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THE 



TRIUMPH OF TRUTH 



VINDICATION OF DIVINE PROVIDENCE. 

A POEM; 

IN WHICH 

PHILOSOPHY, THEOLOGY, & DESCRIPTION 

ARE COMBINED. 

IN FOURTEEN BOOKS, 

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By Rev. CHARLES GIL] 




NEW-YOJiK. 
HARPER & BROTHERS, PRINTERS. 

1838. 






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[Bntered according to Act of Congress, on the 18th day of 
August, 1838, by Rev. Charles Giles, in the Clerk's office, 
of the Northern District of New York.] 



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CONTENTS 



BOOK I. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Truth arrayed against Error. 

The subject opens with a glance at romance. — The power of 
poetry, the offspring of Inspiration.— The Holy Bible re- 
viewed. — That Revelation and Nature are from one Source : 
both contain mysteries ; but their Author is more unsearch- 
able than eith'jr. — The whole material world gives evidence 
of a Great F'irst Cause. — Atheism examined and exploded. — 
Deism and Fatalism considered. — Man, a moral agent. — That 
God, who provides for this mortal life, has made rich provi- 
sion for the scul, in the gift of Revelation. — Providence ex- 
tended to all bei.ags below. An incident. Page 13 

BOOK II. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The mysteries of Nature and Revelation. 

Some incidental remarks, having a tacit bearing on the sub- 
ject. — The mysteries of Nature brought up to vindicate the 
mysteries of Revelation. — That it is folly to reject facts in 
Nature, because they are incomprehensible ; equally so, to 
reject Revelation on account of its mysteries. — The prin- 
ciple of heat, the cause of various wonders in the natural 
world.— The ancient sages, laboured in vain to solve many 
of the secret laws of Nature. 28 

BOOK III. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The system of order and Providence. 

Eulogy of Truth. — Gradation of mental powers. — A spiritual 
world. — The mystery of mind. — The speed of thought. — 



^V CONTENTS. 

Heaven the home of happy spirits. — That provision is made 
to answer the wants of Man. — It is the duty of man to culti- 
vate the earth, and, by the aid of arts, to make every thing 
contribute to his happiness. — Thrt man is bound also to 
improve his mind and regulate his morals. — The wants of 
the body are supplied, but the coul is neglected. — The will 
of God is the source of moral law. — The will of God respect- 
ing matter gives it a law of fatality, but mind is doomed to 
be free. Page 40 

BOOK IV, 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Miracles, Prophecies, and Doctrines. 

Truth and human worth. — Wind, a sign of the operations of 
the Spirit in the work of regeneration. — The doubter called 
to the consideration of Miracles. — The mystery of J)ivine 
operations. — Our Saviour prophesies the destruction of 
Jerusalem. — The doctrine of the resurrection illustrated. — 
The power and operations of faith. — The harmony of faith 
and works. 54 

BOOK V. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The Ancient Paradise. 

The world in its Primeval state. — The inoffensiveness of 
animals. — The perfection and happy condition of man. — 
Thoughts on speech. — A description of Eve.— The marriage, 
and evening walk. — The garden the temple of God. — The 
first government. 72 

BOOK VI. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Man's expulsion from Paradise. 

Reflection on the happy state of man. — The transgression. — 
Sin not necessary. — Foreknowledge and decrees — Doubts 
solved — The fall of man calls for lamentations. — The trial 
and doom.— The tree of life and flaming sword. —Adam groans 
under the curse, and envies the condition of the animals. — 



COIsTENTS Y 

Providence supplies his wants. — Adam is heir to the world 
with all its evils —Adam fears death, and inquires what it 
is. — Death solves its own mystery. — That the mind of man 
suffered more by the fall than his body. Page 82 



BOOK VII. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The curse on the elements and animals. 

The curse affects the Earth. — The elements at war with man. 
— Lightning, winds, hail, floods, earthquakes, are all agents 
of wo. — Invisible causes of death. — Destructive frost and 
heat. — Disordered state of the Earth's surface. — Perplexing 
growths which encumber the ground. — Objection answered. 
— Discord among the animals. — Man labours to tame them. 
— That millions of creatures have been produced since the 
fall for a curse. 98 

BOOK VIII. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Man's Depravity and Mortality. 

The weakness of man in infancy, — Reason and Instinct com 
pared. — Man is born dependant and dies poor. — Depravity 
is inherited.— Sinful acts and errors spring from the heart. 
— The infidel addressed. — What would be if moral evil were 
destroyed. — The world filled with bloody tragedies. — The 
mortality of mankind considered. — .\ isery here not pre- 
vented by God's government. — The saints will lose nothing 
by death. — The conclusion. Ill 

BOOK IX. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Typical representations of the Messiah. 

The promise of the Messiah. — Types instituted to keep the 
Promise in view. — The Cherubim illustrated. — First occu- 
pations. — The offerings of Cain and Abel. — Abel a typical 
saint. — Enoch's translation.— Noah builds the Ark. — The 
deluge described. — JNoah's offering accepted. — Abraham of- 
fers up his son Isaac. — Signal events in the life of Jacob. 138 



VI CONTENTS. 



BOOK X. 

THE ARGUMENT. 
The Patriarch Joseph a type of Christ. 

Joseph tells his dreams. — Visits his brethren, — The brethren 
sell him to some Ishmaelites. — The plot to deceive their 
father. — Joseph sold in Egypt. — Accused and condemned on 
false testimony, and placed among criminals. — Interprets the 
butler's and baker's dreams. — Interprets Pharaoh's dreams, — 
Joseph's brethren come to Egypt to purchase grain. — Joseph 
knows them, but they do not know him. — Joseph charges 
them as spies. — Simeon is imprisoned. — The brethren go, 
and return to Egypt again, with Benjamin. — Josepb makes 
himself known, explains his conduct to them, and sends for 
his father to come and dwell in Goshen. — There Joseph 
meets his father. Page 166 

BOOK XI, 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Moses, a type af the Messiah. 

Moses born. — His life saved by Thermuthis. — He refuses to 
be adopted into her family. — Ke goes to Midian — Jehovah 
sends him to lead out the Israelites. — Pharaoh rejects his 
orders. — Plagues ensue. — The tribes leave Egypt, and pass 
the Red Sea. — Pharaoh overthrown. — Manna given. — The 
smitten rock. — The brazen serpent. — Moses's death. — Eli- 
jah's translation. 212 

BOOK XII. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The Shepherds'' Prophetic Vision. 

The Shepherds of Judea. — On the night of Messiah's birth 
the Shepherds have strange prophetic dreams. — I'he angel 
Gabriel is sent to the Shepherds' tent. — The Shepherds 
awake in great surprise, and see a strange light. — The angel 
delivers his message and departs.— The Shepherds go to 
Bethlehem. - 235 



CONTENTS. Vll 

BOOK XIII. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The ministerial course of Christ. 

How the promise of a Saviour was sustained. — The mission 
of John the Baptist.— A happy era begins with the birth of 
Christ. — He assumes his office and instructs the people. — 
His policy and kingdom. — The Paschal feast.— Christ enters 
Jerusalem. — He eats the Passover with his disciples, and 
institutes the Sacramental Supper. — They all retire to 
Gethsemane. — Judas betrays his Lord. Page 248 

BOOK XIV. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Christ''s Crucifixion, Resurrection, and Ascension. 

Messiah is condemned and sent to Pilate. — Pilate delivers 
him to be crucified. — He endures the scourge. — The cross 
described. — A part of the frame Jesus bears. — He addresses 
the crowd on the way to Calvary.— Christ dies. — Prodigies 
follow. — Reflections on this great Sacrifice. — The tomb 
sealed and guarded. — Christ rises, and, after forty days, as- 
cends to heaven. 262 



THE 

TRIUMPH OF TRUTH. 



BOOK I. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

TnUh arrayed against Error. 

The subject opens with a glance at romance. — The power of 
poetry, the offspring of inspiration. — The Holy Bible re- 
viewed. — That Revelation and Nature are from one Source : 
both contain mysteries ; but their Author is more unsearch- 
able than either. — The whole material world gives evidence 
of a Great First Cause. — Atheism examined and exploded. — 
Deism and Fatalism considered. — Man, a moral agent. — That 
God, who provides for this mortal life, has made rich provi- 
sion for the soul, in the gift of Revelation. — Providence ex- 
tended to all beings below — An incident. 



Let fiction builders, baseless fabrics, raise 
Themselves t' amuse, to draw the idle gaze ; 
On erring wings adventure, far, alone, 
Amid the wild creations of their own ; 
Their gods awake, endowed with flashing wings, 
To give vibration to the Muse's strings ; 
Hear their own thunder roar, see lightning blaze, 
And lose themselves in clouds and dust they raise. 
Their fame I covet not — romantic ground 
Is hollow, false, profane. Truth is profound, 
Ancient, divine, to powers celestial known, 
Blazed with full beams around the eternal Throne, 
Before the stars were born, or wheeling sun 
His race diurnal through the void begun : 

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14 THE TRIUMPH 

When this bright orb shall waste, and those decay, 
Truth will remain a source of brighter day. 

The Book of God, a Rock, to mortals given ! 
On that I rest. — Hail ! sacred Muse of Heaven ! 
Of Inspiration born — Nymph of the sun ! — 
I thee invoke ! — Thy ransom bards have won : — 
Woo'd, from thy native bower, betrayed, profaned, 
By heathen wits ; a minion long detained ! 
O'er barbarous realms thou hast been doomed to stray, 
To shrines obscene, devotion pressed to pay ; 
For ruthless monarchs twined ambrosial flowers, 
Their conquests sung, and charmed the festal bowers. 
For Venus thou hast filled the shameless stage 
"With lawless scenes, to please a wanton age. 
In Virtue's bosom, — Oh ! what mantled guile ! — 
A dagger thou ha.«t plunged to win a smile ; 
With strangers wept, and raised mad folly's roar, 
In error's sport, far from thy native shore. 
Degraded Muse ! shake off thy broken chains ! 
Thou art redeemed ! Truth triumphs ! Reason reigns, 
And doubts recede ! — Come, wake the deathless lay ! 
Aid Truth to sing, to laud th' Omnific Sway, 
That light and life awoke. The dark profound 
Of sin and death disclose — Redemption sound I — 
Hurl to the wide winds, error ; — far proclaim 
God's ways mysterious, and the Bible's fame. 

Behold, our Rock, the Book inspired by Heaven, 
With wonders fraught ! to rule the nations given : 
Truth's ancient fort, the source of sacred lore, 
Where oracles declaim, loud trumpets roar, 
And bards take fire ; whose sweeping numbers flow 
High as the heavens, and deep as hell below : 



F T R U T n . is 

In effort all, the thoughts in diction bound, 
Keplete with life ; truth swells in every sound : 
Terrific now — now soft as zephyrs warm, 
As thunder grand, impressive as the storm. 
The nations shake where Truth in power is known, 
Tears rain on tears, and groan replies to groan. 
It is a fire, which down from heaven came. 
Prophetic fiire, that sets the world on flame. 

In that prime Book we view salvation's plan, 
Learn what we are, and see the end of man. 
It lights earth's travelled shore ; reveals where crime 
Was born ; and shows the march of Death and Time. 
There, Reason labours in th' Almighty's cause, 
And Justice shakes his golden chain of laws: 
Roused by the sound, man starts from moral sleep, 
Hears Vengeance thunder, and sees Mercy weep ; 
Inhales new life, new scenes before him rise, 
Spurns earth-born thoughts, and measures o'er the skies. 
The antidote for sin in this book stands. 
To all revealed, in reach of mortal hands ; 
"Whose latent charm dispels our mental gloom, 
Warms deep the soul, and shines into the tomb ! 
Poor wanderers lost, hence learn their homeward way, 
From death to life, from darkness into day. 
Great boon of Heaven ! of complicate design, 
A Chain unbroken all, and all divine, 
To measure duty's ground where all should run, 
The world's discordant faiths to hind in one, 
To draw all minds with mutual force to love. 
And all concentrate to the throne above. 
It is a Beacon on Time's dangerous shore, 
Whose liffht sfives warnintr in wild error's roar; 



16 THE TRIUMPH 

A Chart and Magnet too, on life's rough waves, 
This, points to heaven, and that, by counsel saves. 

There is a stone, in story, famed of old, 
Whose magic touch turns every thing to gold ; 
Nor mines could yield it, nor rich pearly ground, 
But found in truth, in Bible Truth was found. 
Oh, seize the gem by faith ! — The charm is told : 
By Truth thy heart is changed — is changed to gold ! 
Truth, Archimedeans,— yes, Truth will stand ! 
Go, move the world ! — the world is at command. 
Almighty Truth acts on the laws of mind, 
It fires celestial powers^ and moves mankinds 

wondrous Book ! how high ! how broad ! how deep ! 
Past, present, future^ lie within the sweep : 
It spans the ocean time, an arcade o'er, 
From Alpha to Omega, shore to shore. 
There, line on line, in sacred order rise : 
Prodigious work ! connecting earth and skies. 
Th' Eternal Shiloh, — (who rejects his claim'?) 
Is made the Key-stone in this arch of fame. 
High o'er it, angels celebrations keep, 
"While generations roll beneath its sweep ; 
O'er dispensations broad, extends its wings^, 
Wide as the consummation of all things. 
Amazing structure ! — Mark the whole design ! — 
How strong ! how grand ! this masonry divine ! 
Proud skeptics' art, and demons' rage defies^- 
Their vile invectives fail, and battering lies : 
No part is marred, nor shock alarming given ; 
It stands defended by the throne of Heaven ! 
Huge pyramids must waste, strong castles fall, 
Time's concave burn, flames wrap this murky ball ; 



O P TRU Til . 17 

But holy Truth shall live, and, in the flame 
Of burning worlds, shall brighter shine in fame. 
Lo ! th* artful novels, and romantic tales ! 
Light as the fog that rides on mountain gales : 
A fruitless forest ! wilderness of flowers ! 
Which crowd the Bible from our leisure hours ; 
That Book of books, that prompts us to be wise, 
To reason fairly, and existence prize ; 
A mirror true, nor flatters friends nor foes, 
These justly reprobates, and comforts those. 
It is a miracle, with symbols crowned, 
Rich in memoirs, and parables profound ; 
Light clothes its doctrines, terror its commands — 
O, what a treasure opened in our hands ! 
By angels winged, its vials dread are hurl'd. 
From age to age, around the peopled world. 
Within our reach, at every view appears, 
A promise fresh, in bloom a thousand years ; 
Nor beauty lost, nor valid charm t' inspire — 
Seize, seize the loord ! and hold with strong desire ! 

^* The Book has mysteries" — Lo ! Nature's too — 
Both volumes read ; they're open on your view ; 
Read and compare, read both, both understand. 
The two agree, impressions of one hand : 
To reach their depths transcends our finite skill, 
But God, their Author, more mysterious still. 
Doubt him 1 — doubt all, thy reason, sense, and soul : 
If one renounce, go, and renounce the whole ! 

No ! sense and reason shall decide the cause — 
The doubter cries, — these stand the ruling laws : 
Whate'er my senses teach I'm bound to know, 
All else to doubt, t' annihilation throw. 
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18 THETRIUMPH 

A God exists, a First Omniscient Cause — 
This reason owns without a moaient's pause : 
Nonentity could never entity produce, 
Give life and laws, arranged, for proper use. 
Designs impressed, throughout creation stand, 
And all proclaim a wise designer's hand. 
By outward senses, God no mortal knows ; 
The fact's inferred from what creation shows ; 
Acknowledged true. — This sacred, Bible ground 
The deist owns : the greatest mystery found ! 
A Cause uncaused ; — a Cause how little known ! 
Eternal, boundless — heaven of heavens his throne ! 
"Whose power upholds all Nature's vast machine, 
Prevading all, but, still, by all unseen ; — 
A more than miracle — yet he believes ! 
(No miracles the infidel receives.) 
*' A God !" the Deist cries^ — so Nature cries, 
The world of life, earth, seas, and flaming skies ! 
This fact confirmed, the basis work is done. 
And demonstration's noble task begun ; 
A clew we have, in this prime doctrine, laid, 
To account for all in entity display'd. 
Though clouds and darkness wrap the God confest. 
There faith and reason find an equal rest. 

Yes, every thing that is, reports its Cause, 
And gives vibration to the grand applause : 
Above, below, around, in all the same. 
One general concert through all Nature's frame. 
The rolling ocean, restless, ambient air, 
Responsive thunder, and a God declare ! 
Each vernal bloom that grows by Nature's aid, 
The noontide radiance, and the midnight shade— 



OF TRUTH . 19 

Each grain of sand, each drop of sparkling dew, 
AH that the touch can feel, or eye can view, 
With every life that roves the native wood, 
That mounts in air, or swims the sounding flood, 
A God proclaims ; while every star that glows 
In boundless space, a great Designer shows. 
Yes, tongues innumerable resound abroad, 
This Bible Truth, there is — there is a God ! 
Thus Nature lectures through the earth and skies. 
Awakes intelligence, and calls, arise ! 
A God ! a God ! — inflates each melting tone, — 
She tells our duty, and pursues her own. 

Hark ! tones uncouth I hear, which reason wounds, 
And God denies ! — How Atheism sounds ! 
O, hateiful name ! a prodigy of ill ! 
A monster born, and is a monster still. 
A citizen he is, with scoffers walks, 
Assembles with the crowds, and laughs and talks ; 
Has claim to age, attendant oft at school, 
But Truth he scorns — was advertised a Fool ! 
Is, like the mole that blindly ploughs the sod — • 
See, how he creeps, and howls, " There is no God !" 
0, what deformity ! blind offspring of the brain ! 
Conceived in madness, in some demon's reign. 
Lo, this strange elf is nowhere to be found, 
But on our globe ! — our earth is monstrous ground ! 
Go through all worlds, where faith and reason dwell, 
Inquire in heaven, and ask the learn'd in hell. 
Where Atheism prowls ! They all will point to Earth, 
This murky planet ; here it had its birth. 
And here it dwells. — Absurd the fiends declare : 
The damn'd believe, and devils tremble there I 



20 THETRIUMPH 

O, fearful sight ! to see a scoffer rise, 
Insult his reason, and blaspheme the skies ! 
Where light and truth in demonstrations roll, 
To flash conviction through the reasoning soul ; — 
Where Nature stands, and pleads her Author's cause. 
Shows deep designs inwoven in her laws ; 
Unlocks her starry hall, in night's still hour, 
To give bright lectures on Almighty Power ; 
Employs her million tongues to wake his shame, 
And sheds upon him tears of liquid flame ; 
Gives thunder voice, to lightning speed and glare, 
To plead with eloquence, and truth declare ; 
Trumpets, in winds, to make him understand, 
And points, with sunbeams, to the Almighty's hand ; 
Compels the trees to wave their arms and nod, 
As he goes by, and sound, — there is a God ! 
See, how the plants, that wide creation grace. 
Expand their blooms, and laugh him in the face ! 
The brutes rebuke him — instinct speaks by laws, 
Hence every stinging fly demands its cause. 
The untaught goose, that swims the turbid stream. 
With taunting gabble mars the atheist's theme. 

Each just effect must have as just a cause : 
This is a maxim found in reason's laws. 
From Bible doctrines consequences flow. 
That mend our conduct, and relieve our wo. 
The Atheist's scheme no good to man e'er brought, 
No crime prevents, nor yields one pleasing thought ; 
But, on each limb, deceitful evil grows. 
And, from its base, a noxious river flows : 
A deadly plague, an acrimonious bane. 
That sweeps destructive, throughout order's reign. 



OF TRUTH. 21 

It fosters Folly, advocates her cause, 

And pours high insult on all moral laws. 

This shocking creed it holds — There is no God ; 

Death, an eternal sleep, the soul, a clod ; 

Religion, tragic scenes, a masquerade, 

All sacred ties, by human folly made ; 

The moral laws, imperious spider-threads 

Of labour'd art, spun from inventive heads ; ^ 

That Virtue is a supercilious thing, 

And right and wrong, from weak conception spring ; 

High retribution, and a judgment day, 

Mere bugbears, made to frighten us to pray ; 

That heaven and hell are names no farther known. 

Than the dark circle of this world alone. — 

So runs the style of Folly's laughing school : 

Dire emanations of chaotic rule ! 

How dark the night that Atheism brings ! 
Chance rules the world ; Death spreads his boundless witigs; 
A sable curtain falls before the gate 
Of endless bliss : how dreadful is the fate ! 
No light comes over from th' eternal shore, 
To cheer this world ; harps thence resound no more. 
Poor, wingless Hope creeps only to the tomb, 
Nor looks beyond : there hangs a sunless gloom. 
How mighty man, with all his grasping powers, 
Is narrow'd up ! his age is wrapp'd in hours ! 
This wo-scar'd world is all^ all he can claisj, 
And that not long : so fleeting is Earth's fame. 
The rich, the poor, the virtuous, and the knave, 
All fare alike, in one eternal grave ! — 
Is this man's end — his certain gloomy end 1 
Must hope here die, nor o'er the tomb extend '?— 



22 THETRIUMPH 

Annihilation ! O, what cheerless ground ! 

To lose all consciousness in sleep profound, 

And never wake ! O Chance, how dread thy sway ! 

Must life, must thought, must every power decay'? 

Ye self-consolers, by eternal sleep, 

Come, to the verge of this tremendous steep ! 

Look down — down ! see, annihilation drear ! 

O, deep nonentity ! the thought we fear : 

Reason starts back, amazed, and heaves a sigh ! 

Shouts endless life ! and dooms that creed to die. 

Some, Atheism spurn, but cry with equal spite, 
" The Bible lies,"—" Whatever is is right." 
One vortex shunn'd, another sweeps along, 
For ever changing, but for ever wrong. 
Say, where can Vice be found, or Virtue bright 1 
If this be true, — " whatever 25 is right." 
If fate eternal, hold an endless reign, 
And all events compose one zigzag chain, 
Moved and sustain'd by some unseen control — 
What difference is there, then, throughout the whole 1 
Mid such events the veriest dolt can see, 
That vice or virtue there could never be ; 
But every act would have an equal claim : 
Their origin alike, their end the same. 
Detested doctrine of the Heathen school ! 
Which shields the knave, and justifies the fool ; 
Who charge their impious acts, of every name, 
On God, and laugh and triumph in their shame ; 
Make him the author of each midnight deed. 
Absolve themselves and cry, " It was decreed !" 

What we are doom'd to do is not our own : 
The act is his who caused it to be done. 



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If fate control, our will is will in vain, 

And man's the poorest link in being's chain : 

Doomed much to hope, perplexities to know, 

To groop in doubt, and languish here below. 

" Whatever is is right" — that can't be true, 

Opposed to Bible, and to reason too ! 

Heaven's throne is clear, — the world was bless'd at first ; 

If man's unhappy, God is good and just ! 

Know, then, man's level, here is Reason's reign : 
We choose, we will, our movements we ordain. 
Virtue is choice of good, there lies its charm ; 
An act reverse, gives vice its hateful form ; 
Hence man is held responsible and free. 
So he was made, and so was doomed to be. 
Th' eternal scales will give his actions weight ; 
Just retribution in a future state. 

A Providence we see, whose wondrous plan 
Is broad, encircling all the wants of man. 
We live and move, 'tis known, in one Supreme ; 
And all that's good and great descend from him. 
If God our life bestows, the world sustains. 
For all provides, and o'er creation reigns ; 
Why not speak too, or give impressions kind. 
On the soft tablet of the thinking mind 1 
If God the seasons roll to bring us food, 
Why not his law reveal to make us good 1 
Both easy are alike for him to do ; 
If that is needful, tJiis is needful too. 

To shield our forms, lo ! God his care extends, 
Our cradled life protects, our age defends ; 
Stores trees with gums, with oils the herbs and flowers, 
Our ills to heal, to sooth our sinking powers ; 



24 THETRIUMPH 

Ear forms for music, music for the ear, 

The lungs to ply, he gives th' elastic air ; 

Spins fine the optic nerve to form the sight, 

That sense to feast, he spreads the mellow light ; 

For clothing, wool provides, and fur to warm, 

Those non-conductors which repel the storm. 

Perfumes for smell, with blooms he fills the year, 

The taste to sate, a thousand sweets appear : 

Milk pours in streams, corn ripens on the plains. 

The orchard reddens, and the honey rains. 

He gives soft showers, and lets his dew descend, — 

O, God is good ! all cry, God is our Friend ! 

But all these gifts are for our flesh and forms. 

Which sin, long since, has mortgaged to the worms. 

If so much care is due to mortal clay. 

What claim has Mind, which never will decay 1 

That master-stroke of power, so little known. 

The immaterial life we call our own : 

Where fancy figures, where the will ordains, 

Where passions flash, and reason qoolly reigns. 

For this prime part are no provisions made, 

By the great Father of the deathless shade ! 

Or Heaven so poor, or partial in his store, 

Nor gift besides has he, nor blessing morel 

Or is the soul, like Esau, doom'd to mourn, 

Without a birthright, hopeless and forlorn ; 

The whole the body heir on this wide ball, 

The goods, the blessings, the tenements, and all 1 

No ! bursts my song, transporting thought and true ! 
The soul has treasure here, both old and new : 
His Truth God wiird entire, with grace enroU'd, 
Worth more than worlds on worlds of solid gold ! 



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AH earthly gifts are poor, like shadows seem, 
With this compared, or diamonds in a dream. 
Momentous gift ! important all to man ! 
Computing angels laud its noble plan ; 
Exults the Soul o'er her unrivall'd claim, 
Surveys the treasure, reads the Donor's name : 
'Tis bread celestial, which the spirit needs, 
And water pure, that from the Rock proceeds ; 
Fruit of Life's tree, matured by heavenly rays, 
Gold dust refined, and gems of purest blaze ; 
A field of Promise too, spread round the tomb, 
Where hope springs up, and thought has ample room ; 
A fire contains that waits th' inspiring breeze. 
And life's elixir, wounded hearts to ease ; 
A Rock withal. Salvation's fort, design 'd, 
With arms complete, to arm the martial mind. 
■All — all, Soul ! is thine — how rich ! how great ! 
Immortal TRUTH ! this— this is Real estate ! 
Prize every thing below, both new and old, 
The flame of diamonds, brilliancy of gold, 
The balm of Gilead, fruit of sunny isles. 
The spring's sweet blessings, autumn's golden smiles, 
Health, beauty, strength, vivacity, and youth ; — 
See, all outweighed by God's eternal Truth ! 

Th' Omniscient Power, we say, provides for all : 
Then he must hear the ravens when they call ; 
For every life appropriate is the care. 
Makes fins for waves, and feathers for the air ; 
The ox to feed, he spreads the grassy plain, 
Their meat to reptiles gives, to birds their grain. 
Then why will not th' Almighty hear thy prayer, 
Inspire thy soul, and grant his special care ] 
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2b T H E T R I U M P H 

If those low wants attract his careful view, 

The higher must engage his pleasure too. 

He spreads the lily, white, the grass paints green, 

The roses, various, to complete the scene ; * 

In lonely wilds, where eye has not survey'd. 

The same perfection reigns, amid the shade : 

He prints the leaves, adorns each opening flower, 

Which are to perish in a transient hour. 

How can we doubt"? — Will not this Parent kind 

With rich perfections decorate the mind ; 

Its nature sublimate, its dross remove, 

Impart high knowledge, and confer his love 1 

Yes, if we askj with a believing mind, 

And knock to enter, ardent seek to find. 

1 knew him well, by thousands he was known ; 

Mid friends and joyful scenes his lot was thrown ; 
'Tween want and wealth his peaceful Eden stood, 
His life was ardent, and his object good ; 
His castle, Truth, — nor evil base believed, 
In sunbeams lurk'd, and wanton'd unperceived : 
Reliance strong, on confidential things, 
Precluded doubt ; — but happiness has wings ! 
A change came on more dreary than the tomb, 
And whelm'd his paradise with wintry gloom. 
I saw the rush, the anguish of his soul, 
While desolations swept beyond control : 
His all was wreck'd on Fortune's fickle coast, 
And sighs and tears proclaimed that all was lost. 
But calm in faith arose his smitten form, 
By Heaven sustain'd, triumphant in the storm ! 
O, Truth eternal ! O, transporting Theme ! 
True bliss of mortals — earthly bliss a dream ! 



O F T R U T n . 27 

When friendship fails, and life receives a shock, 
Here is firm footing, this is solid Rock ; 
It wants not power, propitious aid to lend, 
A guardian, prompter, and unchanging friend. 



END OF THE FIRST BOOK. 



28 T n E T R I U M P II 



BOOK 11, 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The mysteries of Nature and Revelation. 

Some incidental remarks, having a tacit bearing on the sub- 
ject. — The mysteries of Nature brought up to vindicate the 
mysteries of Revelation. — That it is folly to reject facts in 
Nature, because they are incomprehensible ; equally so, to 
reject Revelation on account of its mysteries. — The prin- 
ciple of heat, the cause of various wonders in the natural 
world. — The ancient sages laboured in vain to solve many 
of the secret laws of Nature. 



Lo, common hands employ'd on common ore, 
May strike out sparks that never shone before ; 
And bees, unseen, extract more sweet from flowers, 
Than elephants with all their bulky powers. 
Thoughts are free born, and have a special claim 
On friendly sufferance, till they merit blame. 
Truth holds a charm, subdues the heart with ease ; 
The spice of reason makes the doctrine please. 
With age thoughts ripen, but are green in youth ; 
The feast of reason is a feast of Truth. 

How slow Faith travels ! Doubts adventurous fly, 
And Bible doctrines scorn'd, neglected lie ! 
Hence, wanderer, turn, and trace th' Almighty's rule 
Round Earth and heaven ! — go to Nature's school ! 
Her volumes read : there dark enigmas rise, 
Which mock solution, and confound the wise ; 
Yet all believe, though nothing understand, 
Of this deep style of the Creator's hand. 



OFTRUTH. 29 

A miracle, this universal frame ! 
What holds the wonder there, is still the same. 
What God has done, what he does every hour, 
Are miracles of his Almighty power. 
Then shall we spurn his law that bears his name, 
And, with vile rage, provoke the dust to flame. 
Because its page with miracles abounds, 
Like Nature's print, which every sage confounds 1 
Is it absurd, that God, who formed the eye. 
And spread soft light for it around the sky, 
Should equal care bestow on thy dark soul, 
And, from its Source, let inspiration roll 1 — 
Go, scan the Bible, all its depths explore, 
Believe its doctrines, and contend no more : 
Of miracles a mine, dig deep with care, 
Hold fast, let nothing slip, gold dust is there ! 
Nothing is worthless, all essential, good, 
Consistent all, when all is understood. 

Lo ! God has paved a crystal road on high, 
The starr'd galaxy, o'er the vaulted sky ; 
And keeps it there to serve his mystic will : 
A nightly wonder mocking human skill. 
Why then demur, cannot the mighty Cause, 
That arch'd the sky, and framed those hidden laws, 
Intelligence control, and reason's frame 
Adorn, and write thereon his laws and name, 
In characters of light, with pen of fire. 
To wake devotion 1 — Cannot God inspire 
The soul he made ? Yes, Reason owns it true, 
What the Almighty wills bis power can do. 

Shall matter gravitation have, and spirit none 1 
A preference, then, is given to a stone : 
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30 THETRIUMPH 

All bodies towards their proper centre move — 
The soul's attraction where 1 — that doom'd to rove 1 
Should inspiration cease, — though true the steel, 
No Magnet would be left the soul could feel. 
Spirit on spirit acts, Truth has in spirit laws, 
Now moves repulsive, now, it kindly draws. 
Here souls have orbits mark'd where they should run, 
To glow and shine beneath th' inspiring Sun. 
Great minds, like Saturn, take a mighty sweep, 
Rush into height, or press through wisdom's deep ; 
Superior still, some, prodigies of blaze, 
Who, comet-like, call up th' astonish'd gaze ; 
While weaker powers, in lower circles move. 
And spread the light they borrow from above. 
Order is law, in matter and in soul, 
Through Nature reigns, all spirits should control : 
Withdraw this sway, the universe would burn. 
Stars fall to chaos, men to devils turn. 
Souls moved by grace, resist attraction here : 
Earth holds the body, heaven the spirit's sphere. 
Truth sets us free, and lends us wings to fly : — 
Triumphant hope ! — then is it death to die ■? 

Shall life material have material streams 
Of elemental fire, and solar beams 1 — 
Shall spring's return, the frozen mountains cheer, 
The floods dissolve, and renovate the year ; 
And souls immortal sleep, in moral gloom. 
Like frost-bound reptiles in their wintry tomb. 
No spring to feel, nor joy, nor summer's glow ? 
It cannot be. Truth's herald thunders — NO ! 
The Sun appears, the great supernal light — 
The dead awake ! — The blind receive their sight ! 



OFT RUTH. 31 

A sacred Spring bursts on the ransomed soul : 
How great the change ! salvation free and full. 

We know in part — how bounded reason's sweep ! 
Amazing ! what a mystery is sleep ! 
How wise the God of providential care ! 
He framed our dust ; he knows what dust can bear : 
The frail machine is made with wondrous skill, 
Subjected, partly, to the officious will ; 
The springs wound up, the wheels in motion keep, 
Till wearied Nature runs them down to sleep : 
Like death it seems, to life a partial pause ; 
Yet no one fears it — strange are Nature's laws ! 

Behold the statesman struggling with his fate ! 
Here, early active, there, is busy late, 
Concerting plans for wealth, or schemes for fame, 
Meets friends and foes, receives applause and blame ; 
But, instantly, at Sleep's propitious call, 
The scene departs, and he forgets it all. 

O, needful Sleep ! thy balmy power we own. 
Kind Nature's charm, — a mystery unknown ! 
Th' elastic chords of life lie all unwound. 
Like harp-strings slack'd, and lost to every sound ; 
The ports of sense stand closed on every side. 
And thought and fancy rove in visions wide ; 
Light shines unseen, unheard commotions roll, 
While Death, unnoticed, steals upon the soul ; 
O'er years elapsed, a dusky veil is thrown, 
And Time's industrious wheels revolve unknown ; 
But soon as rest repairs the waste of toil, 
The springs of life resume their wonted coil ; 
Each volant nerve in its own place is found, 
Replete with spirit, active, on the bound. 



32 T H E T R I U M P H 

Sleep, cordial sleep, for flesh and nerves designed : 
A state abhorrent to the thinking mind. 
The mind, with flesh, no part in slumber takes, 
Though it seems stronger when the body wakes ; 
The strength conferr'd, is on the medium where 
The spirit acts : sleep gives refreshment there. 
The mind does never sleep, it folds its wings, 
While Nature rests t' invigorate her springs. 
Dreams are the efforts of our mental powers. 
Which float, in fragments, on our wakeful hours. 
One third of life to this strange state is doom'd, 
The while the soul lies partially entomb'd. 

The Power who built the frame, with prescient care. 
Inwove these laws to keep it in repair ; 
Nor once forgets the mind, the ardent soul, 
Which fills, and crowns, and animates the whole. 
Still mind here suffers more, the burden bears 
Of common ills ; endures perplexing cares, 
Distracting doubts, temptation's busy dart, 
The rage of demons, and conviction's smart ; 
By silken ties reciprocation knows. 
Shares with the body in its frequent woes. 
When crown'd with grace, and on her Rock reclined, 
The soul finds comfort, to her chains resigned ; 
While o'er her powers shines inspiration's ray, 
Which gives the dawn of an illustrious day : 
Triumphant hope ! fruition of desire ! 
A boundless range, and wings of living fire ! 

Lo, the phenomenon that haunts the North! 
Which often calls the puerile gazer forth : 
From dusky groundwork, sparkling shoots surprise, 
And brilliant forests, like enchantments, rise ; 



O F T R U T H . 33 

As if t' amuse, like puppets softly dance, 
By turns recede, then into view advance ; 
Like armies marching novv^, in gilt attire, — 
Now like the blaze of distant towns on fire — 
From cloud-built castles bursts in grand display, 
And wraps the arctic pole in sunless day. 
From cloud to cloud it sports, with vivid light. 
Then hides in gloom, and mocks the eager sight. 
The potent cause of this nocturnal show 
Is wrapp'd in doubt ; the obvious facts we know. 

The thinking world is ardent with desire, 
All things to know : each bosom feels the fire. 
A seraph's mind may take more rapid sweeps ; 
But man is bounded here ; his reason creeps 
From thought to thought, from truth to truth ascends. 
Till, with the golden clew, his labour ends. 
. Reason depends on facts to aid and teach : 
We cannot know what lies beyond our reach. 
Thus Truth and Reason are in march allied, 
Climb hand in hand, and travel side by side ; 
Till Truth ascends beyond what mortals know, 
Then wingless Reason can no farther go. 
Know then thyself ! know what is human art ! 
Though proud of knowledge, we but know in part. 

Mysterious things full oft arrest the view, 
The modes though dark, the facts no less are true : 
To doubt because we cannot comprehend, 
Would prove us fools, or madmen in the end. 
Can Intellect, in its most lucid reign, 
Its life resolve, its origin explain ; 
Tell how the thoughts are born, how passion flows, 
How it reflects, and by retention knows 1 — 



34 T H E T m U M P II 

What gives the blood its heat, the heart its tone, 

And how obeys the hand the will alone 1 

Say, what is life, that potent thing unseen, 

Which fills each part, and moves the whole machine ] — 

Is light a substance 1 — whence derives its force ] 

Why ceaseless flow, and not impair its source 1 

Lo, clustering growths the mountain tops imbower, 

All foster'd kindly by some genial power ; 

Whose different forms spread different leaves and thrive, 

Though from one source their nourishment derive ; 

Alike though nursed, with various natures grow, 

And in each species different fluids flow. 

There clans of plants adorn the fertile glade, 

Of changeless kinds, with gaudy robes array'd ; 

For use or beauty all distinguish'd stand. 

The blooming wonders of th' Omnific hand. 

We call their names, profess to know each kind : 

This herb will heal, that plant for food designed ; 

But mark their life — Who can the myster}' show, 

That moulds their forms, and makes their blood to flow ? 

Why does the hop, from year to year, arise, 

Wind towards the right to gain the sunny skies ; 

While the cross bean, by clews reverse, ascend. 

Wind towards the left : both aiming at one end I 

These doubts remain, still other doubts we spy, 

In Earth's deep chambers, which beneath us lie : 

What shapes the crystal ] — Solid masses grow. 

And coral forests rise in deeps below. 

Perpetual change all Nature undergoes, 

But how 'tis done, who but th' Almighty knows ! 

So intricate are all life's moving springs. 

In earth and sky, and all material tilings. 



Of TRUTH. 35 

Thus stands Creation's style, obscure each Ime, 
Though suns and stars amid the volume shine. 
Construction vague, to cry, — " O, Nature's laws !" 
This solves no knot — we do not know the cause ! 
Then may we scoff, because these doubts arise, 
And call fair Nature's book " a book of lies 1" 
NO ! — the learn'd approve, all ardent still to know, 
Hence wander thoughtful through the maze below, 
Where depths mid depths defeat the lab'ring view, 
Which show God's wisdom, and our weakness too. 
So Bible doctrines, miracles, and laws, 
Fair Reason owns, and owns the proper Cause, 
But never scoffs, though myst'ries thickly grow ; 
The sage believes, and sounds their depths to know ; 
Yet knows but part, while in this cloudy state : 
For future openings, must imploring wait. 
'Tis folly sheer, yes, base presumptuous pride, 
To scorn the Bible, throw the Truth aside, 
Because we cannot measure, with our line, 
Its awful depth, nor know its whole design. 
Wait, till the mighty chain of years unrol 
The things profound ; then we shall know the whole ; 
Shall know them true, when their grand end is known : 
Pure emanations from tli' Eternal Throne. 

Lo, the Principle of heat ! now bursts in flame, 
Unseen now acts, or sleeps in Nature's frame : 
Floats in each atom, lives unquench'd in waves, 
With earth commix'd, glows in volcanic caves ; 
Housed in firm marble, wrap'd in solid ores, 
With coral grows, and sleeps on shelly shores ; 
Flows in all plants and trees, dwells in each zone. 
Mixed with all forms of life, and in our own. 



36 T H E T II I U M P H 

It moves all Nature's wheels, soul of the air ; 
Now sweeps the sky, now piles the vapours there. 
From springs and lakes, see liquid bodies rise, 
Exhaled by heat, ascend the stormy skies ! 
Wakes whirlwinds dread, those engines of the deep, 
Which hurl vast torrents up the cloudy steep ; 
The floods in air sustains, directs their course, 
And holds dominion o'er the meteor force. 
See, how it wakes a magic war on high, 
On Alps of clouds, in bulwarks of the sky ; 
Broad sheets of flame wave with an angry glare. 
And fiery arrows cut the sullen air. 
With rage it flies — see, on th' embattled steep ! 
Now drives hoarse thunder o'er the rolling deep ; 
Now moulds, in heavy drops, the liquid store. 
Dissolves the clouds, and lets the torrents pour. 
How grand the Principle of heat ! the soul, 
The subtile spring, that mores the moving whole. 
'Tis every where, in every thing the same ; 
To what is known, Philosophy gives name : 
Heat obvious glows ; Light meets the eye in air ; 
Here strong Repulsion reigns, Attraction there; 
Sec, Cohesion binds, while Magnetism draws, 
Th' Electric power, and Gravitation's laws. 
All are th' eflfects of Nature's latent art ; — 
Why not one principle these laws impart 1 
And others too, that rise in Nature's course. 
Which show affection of one common source \ 
All heat is one, experimenters know ; 
Percussion, friction, mixture make it glow. 
Heat is the source of light ; all light is one, 
From meteors, phosphor, lamps, or stars, or sun. 



OFTRUTH. 37 

Th' electric power gives light, whose heat we feel, 
Which oft imparts magnetic power to steel.* 
Heat forced to action, gives repulsiori's laws ; 
When it recedes, with quick attraction draws. 
O'er all material things it holds control : 
Coheres, repels, attracts, and lights the whole. 
Hence, in due order, rolls each shining sphere, 
And active wonders mark the changeful year : 
The northern lights, phosphorus in the seas, 
The evening glow-worm, and the fitful breeze. 
Allied to life, gives trees and plants their flow. 
It warms our blood, and makes all nature grow. 
Without this power — rhyme must report it fire — ■ 
All motion would subside, and life expire. 

The Sun who knows, or knows it not, full fraught, 
With this strong agent, all in action wrought 1 
.Inert, at first, and all opaque was made, 
But Heaven's decree the rayless mass obey'd : 
" Let there be light," — then motion straight begun, 
Swift, on his axis, wheel'd the centric sun. 
The whole, in parts arranged, throughout his sphere. 
With diverse motion rush'd in full career ; 
Mass against mass, in fervid contact, hurl'd. 
Like wheel in wheel, or rolling world on world : 
The rush of friction raging through the frame, 
Involved his orb in an electric flame ; 

* Rev. Wm. Gunn, of Kentucky, in 1828, was struck with 
lightning, his clothes and flesh were torn, and limbs burned. 
His pocket-knife was so highly charged with magnetism that 
it would lift a large steel thimble. The steel belonging to his 
watch was charged in like manner. 

See Christian Advocate, 



38 T H E T R I U M P II 

Effects stupendous rose ; without delay, 
Light's portals burst, and filled the void with day. 
So this grand orb surrounding worlds behold, 
Entire, unchanged, with ceaseless motion roll'd. 
The spots opaque, which on his surface rise, 
Are masses moving where the friction dies. 

Amazing thought ! how vast that centric orb ! 
Of world like ours, a million could absorb.— 
Now if that centre be electric flame^ 
To sway the planets through the solar frame ;— 
If his repulsive heat Heaven should recall, 
The wreck of worlds would to that centre fall. — 
Or air compress, the whole to flame would turn. 
And heaven's vast concave like an oven burn. — 
If, in our Earth, those agents should conspire, 
That causes heat, the world would roll in fire ; 
And round its orbit trail a frightful flame, 
Like some strange comet in the solar frame. 
Phlogistic agents fierce, are now restrained. 
By agents opposite, like lions chained ; 
Else the whole universe, from shore to shore^ 
Would melt into a flame, and be no more. 
We know but part, the rest we doubtful sing : 
Mysterious laws are found in every thing. 

In high or low alike, in great or small. 
Almighty power display'd confounds us all ! 
At every view the scenes of wonder grow. 
Perplexing reason, — What can reason know ? 
Go, trace the devious course of ancient lore, 
Avyake the sages, and their works explore ! 
What conflicts rose, see down the mazy way, 
From Plato's school to Newton's brighter day f 



O F T R U T H . J^9 

In reasoning lost, they blunder'd through the skies, 
Mid falling doctrines, saw new doctrines rise ; 
Hypothesis upon hypothesis o'erthrown : 
To reason dark, though bright in fancy shone. 
See, their proud theories now scatter'd wide, 
As learned lumber, on Time's wasting tide. 
Doubts barr'd their march abortive efforts show, 
They knew but part, the whole they could not know ', 
In mystery whelm'd, above, beneath, around, 
With nature dazzled, and in learning drown'd. 
The orbs too vast to scan, too fine the light. 
The mind, too intricate, too small, the mite. 
Here Nature works so quick, and there, so slow, 
Now, soars so high, and now, descends so low — 
With her progressive march who can keep pace, 
From cause to cause, her latent footsteps trace 1 
Still Nature's works, v*^hich we mysterious call, 
Should awe each thinking mind, and prostrate all ; — 
Should check the doubter's scorn, his rage restrain, 
Till he can know the whole, the whole explain. 
Go, trembling doubter, go, with care explore. 
Religion's source, and Nature's God adore ! 
Creation and the Bible both conspire 
To make us wise : they light devotion's fire ! 
On this ascending Scale man was design'd, 
To mount, from sense, to faith to feast his mind. 
Come, friend to reason, trace this Bible plan, 
By Heaven devised to raise degraded man ! 
The power of Truth will raise our fallen powers, 
And angel minds unite, in bliss, with ours. 

Ei\n OF BOOK SECOND, 



40 T H E T R I U M P H 



BOOK III. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The system of order and Providence. 

Eulogy of Truth. — Gradation of mental powers. — A spiritual 
world. — The mystery of mind. — The speed of thought. — 
Heaven the home of happy spirits. — That provision is made 
to answer the wants of Man. — It is the duty of man to culti- 
vate the earth, and, by the aid of arts, to make every thing 
contribute to his happiness. — That man is bound also to 
improve his mind and regulate his morals. — The wants of 
the body are supplied, but the soul is neglected. — The will 
of God is the source of moral law. — The will of God respect- 
ing matter gives it a law of fatality, but mind is doomed to 
be free. 



Truth never fails, in principle the same, 
Through ancient ages strove, and gather'd fame. 
True friend to Virtue, Error's foe severe. 
In enterprises prompt, it knows no fear ; 
Mighty in contest, sways a crushing force. 
And, meteor-like, describes a brilliant course. 
The law it guards, gives conscience power and sight, 
Promotes devotion, and awakes delight ; 
With inspiration comes, in instinct found, 
Directs the magnet, charms in music's sound. 
It stands the artist's aid ; it helps design. 
Rests on the square, the level, and the line ; 
The soul of science, th' rhetorician's aim, 
Logician's boast, th' mathematician's claim. 
Philosopher's pursuit, the chymist's test. 
The poet's theme, the theologian's rest ; 



f' t R U T H . 41 

A clew to reason, and perfection's goal, 
Possessed by few, a wonder to the whole. 

As all the modes of life, beneath the sky, 
Have ranks assigned, subordinately lie ; 
So human souls, alike gradation know, 
From reason's dawn to its meridian glow. 
See, mind pass mind, along life's rugged steep : 
Some mount with speed, while others slowly creep. 
This mental scale directs us every day, 
To Order's law, and Wisdom's perfect sway. 
All right and just, but oft th' extremes amaze : 
The glow-worm talent, and the sun-like blaze. 
On life's broad stage, see different parts assigned I 
There acts the stranger, here, the "weaker mind : 
All may be useful in some place or state ; 
All may be happy, but all can't be great. 
Science gives aid, as polish'd metals glow, 
But germes of genius it cannot bestow. 
All souls have reason : reason spirits claim ; 
Except in measure, all possess the same. 
There are no idiot souls, but fools we find : 
The fault the body bears, it's not in mind. 
Nature may err, and the sensorium mar : 
Defective mediums all perceptions bar. 
If Nature errs not, ills may break her laws ; 
So idiots come, and obvious is the cause : 
Reason lies veiled as suns by clouds annoy'd — 
Absurd to say that reason is destroy'd ! 
In minds deranged, no reason we discern. 
But move the barrier, reason will return. 
The moral laws, on idiotSj hold no claim, 
Responsible are not, nor can have blame ; 



42 THETRIUMPH 

Hence, through redeeming grace, they will arise, 

Rank with celestials in th' immortal skies. 

But idiot-ghosts would heaven's sweet bliss annoy, 

And roll a discord on the harps of joy. 

Know, when, from prison dark, the idiot's soul 

Shall spring, his dormant powers will then unrol ; 

Without impediment the mental fire 

Will brightly flash, and sweep the sounding lyre ! 

All round the earth, the ocean, and the sky, 
What wise arrangements draw the curious eye. 
With wonder see, around this changeful sphere. 
What different modes of matter do appear ! 
To view spread out between the wide extremes, 
Of the hard marble, and soft solar beams. 
In solids all, what various fashions grow, 
Which form the strata of our world below : 
Clays, minerals, rocks, in artless compact rise, 
That call attention, and instruct the wise. 
In substance fluid, modes as strange appear. 
In every clime, for common blessings here : 
Yes, water, gums, and oils engage the eye. 
While light and air move round the fluid sky. 
In trees and plants, see, living matter grows, 
In different modes, and diverse forms bestows. 
Alike unlikeness reigns, in breathing forms, 
From man majestic to the crawling worms. 
No mind could fancy that these things could be. 
If they were not : — we doubt not what we see. 

Then shall we say, on blank, presumptive grounds. 
Where matter ends there stand creation's bounds ; 
Beyond there's naught ; so limit in one hour. 
High Heaven's unbounded, and omnific Power 1 



O F T R U T ir . 43 

Why not believe that there are worlds unknown, 
Than flame more pure, in ample orbits thrown, 
In cloudless skies, beyond th' ethereal flow, 
Surpassing all we see, or time can show ; 
The space to fill, (gradation's scale we own,) 
'Tween Nature's fabric, and th' Eternal Throne : 
All immaterial, essences refined, 
Adapted to the range and state of mind ; 
And more like God than forms material are ; 
The soul can/ee/ him here, but see him there \ 
Is it as strange that power should be employed, 
To raise such wonders in th' unmeasured void ; 
As to diversify all things below, 
For life, convenience, and resplendent show ! 

Of matter here, some knowledge all profess. 
But, where its mysteries rise, we stop and guess. 
Of pure intelligence much less is known : 
We 're unacquainted with what is our own. 
How soul and body join who can decide ? 
*' What thin partitions sense from thought divide !" 
Where dwells the soul, what province does it claim, 
In the dark lodgement of this earthly frame 1 
Who seek by sense, may search each room with care, 
And find it not ; hence say it is not there. 
The thinking power, that mystery in thy breast. 
Is immortality with walls compress'd ; 
A conscious shade, celestial fire in glow, 
A wakeful life, with ardent thirst to know ; 
That sighs for happiness, and, on thought's wing, 
Explores the world to find th' elysian spring. 
Mind is a riddle mid corporeal things. 
Perpetual motion on eternal springs ; 



44 THETRlUMPif 

So wound its chain of life, from base to crown, 
In endless coil ; it never can run down. 

How swift thought travels ! — lo, the cannon's flash I 
The bright-wing'd lightning, and the whirlwind's dash, 
Much slower move ! — -Hoarse thunder's leaping sound, 
Hurl'd orbs careering through the starr'd profound, 
And Time, swift charioteer — all fly behind 
The speed of thought.— Sunlight, our servant kind, 
Along th' extended void, each minute flies, 
Twelve million miles to bless our waking eyes— 
But swifter, thought ! Yes, this v/ing'd power of soul 
Can travel round the globe, call at each pole, 
Visit the moon, the portals of the sun ; 
Thence step from world to world, through systems run, 
O'er fields of stars, where blazing comets stray, 
To Nature's verge — trace back Time's travell'd way, 
Some thousand years, to where creation rose— 
And back — then onward to all Nature's close, — 
To heaven's metropolis where seraphs burn — 
(And but one minute gone^) to Earth return, 
Without the least fatigue, but ready quite, 
To spread her wings, and take another flight. 

How great the power of mind ! when it takes wing, 
From mortal bars, stupendous is its spring ! 
The fact is obvious — reason clearly shows, 
That matter is inert, and seeks repose ; 
But soul to action tends : — the goal she spies. 
And longs to gain th' arcanum of the skies ; 
Where forms willne'er dissolve, nor life expire, 
Nor beauty fail, nor song, nor rapturous fire. 
O, to live always ! — sing the towering theme I 
Shades cannot die ! this is no hollow dream. 



F T R U T II . 45 

To dwell here always, cased with mouldering clay, 

No saint would wish. Hark ! hear a mortal say, 

'' To die is gain !" — O privilege sublime ! 

T' exchange this tardy form, and sickly clime, 

For life in heaven ! where dwells the God we own, 

In glory's highest blaze, on his pure Throne ; 

As angels talk'd with men, with angels talk, 

And through the groves of upper Eden v. alk ; 

The changeless scenes of promised bliss to prove, 

And drink the streams of pure essential love ; 

Where all alike, one wide fruition share, 

As far from sorrow, as remote from care ; 

Yet wing'd and clothed to take an instant flight, 

To distant regions of created light . 

Or back to Earth return, on missions great, 

T' impart some knowledge, or some woes t' abate. 

Thus, Daniel's shade to Patmos swiftly flew, 

T' exhibit wonders on the Apostle's view ; 

The ghost's fine robe so flash'd upon his sight, 

The saint mistook him for the Prince of Light, 

See, Wisdom's work, throughout creation's plan, 
Provision measured to the wants of man : 
Light, heat, and air, for his subservience made, 
And needful forests form the mountain shade. 
Oceans are salted, tides ordained to flow, 
The earth is sown, and plants spontaneous grow ; 
From hidden veins, rich, mineral fountains rise, 
And useful ore, in ready strata lies ; 
Peculiar fruits adorn each measured zone, 
And every rolling season brings its own. 
How full creation is ! — no room for more, 
A world of treasure, and a common store ! 



46 T II E T R I U M P il 

The God of Wisdom plannVl, and form'd this sphere^ 
For Reason's home ; placed Man a tenant here, 
The world to dress, t' improve its native state, 
To manage all, and all his wants to sate. 
Illustrious sov'reign ! Man here reigns alone, 
The brutes his servants, all the world his own ; 
But throughout life, these blessings to prepare, 
Requires his k bour, and demands his care. 

This rich provision lay in Nature's mart, 
All kindly proffer'd to the power of art. 
As wants arose, the original command, 
New force received to ply the skilful hand : 
The call to duty man's attention drew, 
His powers awoke, and swift to action flew. 
Art's thunder echoed through the sounding dell, 
The strong oaks trembled, and the forest fell ; 
Assistant flames consumed the ruins there, 
And laid the bosom of wido regions bare. 
Subdued by polish'd steel, the furrow'd plain 
Disown'd the thorns, and waved with golden grain ; 
The hills turn'd green as grass exuberant grew, 
In modes refined, all Nature dress'd anew. 
There chains of fences, rights and bounds maintain. 
In varied sections, cut the checker'd plain ; 
On chosen grounds, replenish'd gardens stand. 
Whose bloomy growth repay the artist's hand ; 
Through toil and skill, to cheer the sultry day, 
The bath invites, and crystal fountains play. 
There, fruit-trees nurtured, hang their wealth in air. 
Whose bending bows reward the planter's care. 
Here the plain hut, in rude construction lies, 
While there the marble dome and palace rise. 



O F T R U T II V 47 

At man's command capacious cities grow, 
Huge rocks divide, canals and rivers flow ; 
There restless wheels dip in the forceful tide, 
And freighted barges on the waters glide. 
Art crowns the ocean with the whit'ning sails 
Of spreading fleets, that dance betore the gales ; 
Nation greets nation, broad-wing'd commerce flics, 
Inventions start, and grand improvements rise ; 
Rude ores are melted, shapeless rocks grow plain ; 
The pier-bound surges feel the tyrant's chain. 
He levels mountains, arches o'er the flood, 
Whelms lands with waves, builds towns where ocean stood • 
Digs miles into the earth, her wealth t' explore. 
And rakes the rolling floods for gems and ore ; 
Hews his dark road beneath the river's bed. 
Where ponderous waves roll, harmless, o'er his head. 

For fame or profit, man has travelled o'er 
This wide, terraqueous globe from shore to shore ; 
And knowledge useful, sought, above, below, 
Much he has learn'd, still much there is to know ; 
AH compound bodies, analyzed with care, 
Found where the colours dwell, and weigh'd the air ; 
By instruments, devised to aid the sight, 
The Universe look'd through, and scann'd the mite ; 
With mathemalic skill, o'er systems run, 
Computed worlds, and measured round the sun. 

He calls the lightning, lightning, from the skies. 
Attends his call, and at his mandate flies ; 
Leads it in chains, plays fearless with that flame, 
W^hose power, uncheck'd, would rend creation's frame ! 
The furious horse he makes obey the rein. 
And roll his chariot o'er the sounding plain ; 



48 THETRIUMPH 

Trains elephants to brave the rage of war, 
And yokes fierce Hons to his flying car. 

ho ! steam tremendous, owns his ruling clew, 
His interest serves, and serves his pleasure too ; 
Huge barges drives 'gainst winds, and tides, and bars, 
And on smooth railroads whirls his rapid cars. 
There, on its track, the locomotive stands ! 
Snorts like a war-horse, waiting for commands — 
The time is come ! — The master, " ready," cries : 
Swift, with its pompous train, the engine flies ; 
Far in the distance leaves the gazing crowd, 
Like Mars drives onward, breathing fire and cloud ! 
O'er gulfs and plains, mid changing scenes advance, 
The trees take motion, whirl in lively dance : 
All things alike appear to skip and play, 
In merry movements, round th' enchanted way. 

Nor rests Art here. — The grand balloon must sail, 
For ports aerial on the towering gale. 
The bark unmoor'd, sublimely mounts on high, 
Rides, on the clouds, amid the stormy sky. 
The bold adventurer eyes the wavy blast, — 
Now sees terrestrial landscapes waning fast ; 
Bids Earth adieu, resists attraction here, 
And seems a voyager to some distant sphere. 

T' improve the earth, the useful arts to know. 
Belong to man, while he belongs below : 
The toil is just, has reason on its side : 
His doom was labour, not inactive pride. 
But is this all that rightful Heaven designed, 
For man to do 1 — Has man no deathless mind ? 
What ! are these manual toils, that mortals share> 
For mortal needs, ordained their only care 1 



OFTKUTH. 49 

Nay, man was fashion'd with a double aim : 

For earthly action and celestial fame : 

His nobler work is to improve his soul, 

To tame the passions, and the thoughts control ; 

To dress the weedy Garden of the mind. 

And nurse the virtues for that soil design'd ; 

To clear its errors, amplify its bounds, 

Implant Truth's seeds, and fence its common grounds ; 

T' instruct the Judgment, regulate the Will, 

Keep Conscience wakeful, and teach Reason skill ; 

To rule the spirit, Order's law bestow, 

And guide the affections in their rapid flow ; 

Rude Fancy check, Ambition's force restrain, 

And conquest o'er pernicious habits gain. 

Great is the toil t' improve this mental field, 

And works Divine required to make it yield. 

The thinking mind has an eternal sphere, 
Hence Truth inspired directs attention here. 
When arts shall fail, all that Ambition rears 
Shall ruin'd lie beneath the crush of years : 
Like written brass, or marble sculptured deep, 
Th' imprinted mind will its impressions keep, 
And higher rise in bliss, and brigher grow. 
And deeper plunge in wide Perfection's flow. 
Though time may cease, and Nature's potent laws 
Suspended lie, still bright will be the cause 
Of Truth Divine : o'er wrecks of worlds shall rise. 
Triumphant stand, immortal as the skies ! 

Behold in man two active lives conjoin'd : 
Organic matter one, the other mind : 
Immortal this, and that, a dying form ; 
Though aids design'd, they oft each other harm j 
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50 tHetriumph 

To serve, be served, link'd, in dependence areij 
Each has its vv^ants, and wants an equal care. 
The body's calls are promptly all obey'd. 
The food is gather'd, and the garb is made 5 
Its ills to cure restoratives are brought, 
Its comforts studied, and its pleasure sought ; 
Of danger warn'd, from danger swiftly flies : 
All served and serving, till the system dies. 
But, oh ! the conscious soul ! — do sinners care? — ' 
Neglected lies, to wretchedness an heir ! 
In error lost, to sacred truth a foe. 
Feels no concern, nor cares concern to know. 
Oh ! hateful Sin ! I see thy wages — death, 
A changeless fate suspended on a breath ! 
Surprising truth ! hear it, O Earth ! and groan, 
Th' immortal soul is careless of her own ! 
Mourns not the past, nor fears the future storm^ 
To mercy flies not, nor retreats from harm ; 
Doubts Truth Divine, confides in hollow lies, 
In league with folly, — oh ! in folly dies. 

Right and Wrong, eternal principles, we know, 
Which were, which are, which always will be so. 
Th' omniscient Will, immutably the same. 
O'er all creation holds a sovereign claim. 
What God approves — all things are in his sight,— 
We all must own is absolutely right. 
What he rejects, (choice does to God belong,) 
We all must own is absolutely wrong. 
God is all-wise, in knowledge infinite, 
Hence his directing Will is always right. 
How beings here should act — what knowledge know- 
What things desire — what kind affections show — 



OFTRUTH. 51 

What homage pay to his supernal throne — 

In every thing his will is law alone. 

Know well this truth ! behold it here defined, 

The eternal Will of the eternal Mind! 

Hence men and angels all have equal laws, 

And were design'd to glorify their Cause : 

To manifest his power, his wisdom show, 

That through the moving ranks his bliss might flow ; 

To bind by gratitude, by love constrain, 

All sapient subjects through his wide domain. 

What Heaven wills conducts to life and fame. 
And being's bliss above, below the same : 
Nothing inglorious, nothing vain or low, 
Can from benevolence and wisdom flow. 
From goodness sheer, no moral evil springs. 
Nor chaos wild from Order's rule of things. 
No being can be wrong'd by God's own sway. 
Who wills all good — Omniscience cannot stray ! 
What he demands of all, all would request, 
Were they as wise, and knew what's for the best. 
Suppose no violations of God's will 
Had ever been, prime order would be still : 
Friendship unfeign'd would flow from soul to soul, 
And bliss and harmony combine the whole. 
Know then each act that thwarts th' Almighty's reign. 
Is wrong, and breaks a link in Order's chain ; 
Awakes displeasure, opes the direful source 
Of wo and death, which come with sweeping force. 

God's will is fate, or not, as He ordains : 
From sage intelligence fate he restrains, 
Lest, its volition high, that sway should raze, 
Defeat the end, and spoil a willing praise. 



52 T H E T R I U iAI P II 

God's will o'er matter gives compulsive sway : 
When things are moved they only seem t' obey ; 
There ivill and fate are join'd with wondrous skill, 
Hence things material serve the sovereign Will- 
How plain the fact that a compulsive Cause 
Gave all those hidden springs styled Nature's laws 
Yes, called from chaos this stupendous frame 
Of rolling worlds, and centric suns of flame. 
With their superb appendages enwheel'd, 
That dance and glow in Nature's radiant field ; 
And the same Cause, from y^ar to year, sustains 
Th' amazing whole, and o'er each section reigns. 
Were He to will the change, it would be done, 
T' arrest the wheeling orbs, dislodge the sunt, 
The floods derange, the Earth to chaos turn, 
The flames release, and let creation burn. 
All hangs on Him, his will, his sovereign nod : 
The reign of order is the reign of God ! 

The thinking world against each other riin, 
In every thivg proposed, excepting one : 
Know well this point — here all united rest, 
All, all desire to be for ever blessed. 
In every human soul th' eternal Sire, 
For noble ends, has placed this strong desire ; 
And He alone, who fired each anxious breast, 
Has fix'd the terms by which they can be bless'd. 
Still doubts arise, yes, words like torrents fall, 
About true bliss, and what will bless us all : 
O'er countless things wild arguments have run, 
But, still, the bliss of all is found in ONE. 
O, Eden gained ! — Come, try the Christian's rest f 
Sink in th' Almighty's Will, and there be bless^L 



OFTRUTH. 53 

The Will eternal, which o'er all extends, 
Directs mankind, and acts to glorious ends. 
A balance high is held, by Justice' hand, 
As our volition turns we fall or stafid : 
To good none are compell'd, none forced to ill, 
God wills our bliss, but ne'er compels our will. 
So dooms are made — this freedom who denies? 
The Christian lives, the faithless sinner dies ! 



END OF THE THIRD BOOK. 



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54 T II E T R I U AI P H 



BOOK lY. 



THE ARGUMENT. 

Miracles, Prophecies, and Doctrines. 

Truth and human worth.— Wind, a sign of the operation.s of 
the Spirit in the work of regeneration. — The doubter called 
to the consideration of Miracles.— The mystery of j)ivine 
operations. — Our Saviour prophesies the destruction of 
Jerusalem. — The doctrine of the resurrection illustrated, — 
The power and operations of faith. — The harmony of faith 
and works. 



Wrapp'd in Jeep shades, amid the ocean's ilow, 
The dolphin roves, and coral forests grow ; 
In trackless gulfs, far from tli' inspecting eye, 
Bright diamonds flash, and golden treasures lie. 
D^ark, lawless clouds, o'er yielding sunbeams run, 
And servile orbs eclipse the radiant sun. 
The heedless foot that hies along the gloom, 
Annoys and wounds the lowly, fragrant bloom. 
So Truth may be depress'd, a while obscured, 
And her meek heralds lie, in shades immured ; 
But soon shall rise. Yes, Heaven hath this design'J, 
That Truth and Worth may their just level find. 
Hence naught can chain the virtuous to the clod : 
To honour all are doom'd, who honour God. 
Truth, Star of morn ! rise like Aurora bright. 
The gloom dispel, and sow the seeds of light 
Around the slumbering world ! Before thy wand, 
Wild doubts recede, and bright theorems stand ! 



OFTRUTII. 55 

Urge on thy car, till error shall be hurl' J 

From earth, and Heaven's high sceptre rule the world ! 

Learn of the Wind, that wraps this nether ball, 
To all a servant, yet unseen by all : 
Knocks at each door — hear its vibrations sound i 
Its force we feel, and see it sweep the ground : 
Walks when a zephyr, gallops when a gale. 
The Ocean wakes, and fills the bending sail ; 
The waving forest owns its rising force. 
And sudden changes mark its rapid course. 
It bears a semblance to that Power above. 
That melts the soul, and moulds it into love. 
Go, sophist, go ! and first the sign explain, 
Then come and learn how souls are born again : 
Look on the subject, trace the hand of God, 
And mark the charm of his redeeming rod ! 
Spirit on spirit acts ; like wounding steel. 
It probes the heart, and makes the rchcl feel. 
From Sinai's law, strange tones expressive sound : 
With dread he hears — now vengeance flashes round ! 
The hatefulness of sin he sees display 'd, 
And all its wages in the balance laid ; 
Like lead in waves, his soul begins to sink, 
And falls forlorn on Desperation's brink. 
In that dark moment, vAiWe the doom he drea(3.<?. 
The Dove of Mercy o'er his spirit spreads 
Her viewless wings, and with compassion cries — 
Behold the Lamb ! the great Redeemer dies ! 
He dies for thee ! O, turn your eyes above, 
And see the oflfering of eternal Love ! 
He gives his life — ^behold the crimson shower ! 
It falls to cleanse you in this gracious hour. 



56 THETRIUMPH 

"Why will you die 1 — O tutn, the spirit crie^, 
Renounce your doubts, and kiss the sacrifice ! 

The Culprit hears — to him a joyful sound ; 
His heart is full, his eyes in tears are drown'd ; 
To God submits, with penitential care, 
Falls in the dust, and weeps his willing prayer. 
While humbly there he seeks, and knocks, and strives, 
The kingdom opens, and his soul revives : 
A sudden transport feels, the promise proves — 
O, bless'd salvation ! O, eternal Love ! 
But how the work is done he can't explain, 
He feels the change, he knows he's born again ! 
The change is great as winter lost in spring, 
When gay life wakes, and music spreads her wing. 
The subject see ! with transport he explores 
Salvation's course, and with full heart adores ! 
From bondage freed, his moral chains are riven : 
He stands a saint : the culprit is forgiven ! 
His written heart imparts no mark of fraud. 
Divine the style, the impress of a God. 

O, wondrous Grace ! mysterious law of love ! 
Which crowns each saint below, and all above : 
Of all religion true, this forms the soul, 
The life and rapture of the living whole. 
Hence all mankind are in two classes press'd : 
The one is wretched, and the other bless'd : 
Here triumphs grace, there, sin a waste has made ; 
So the whole world appears in light and shade. 

Material laws material changes bring ; 
The change of soul is from a higher spring. 
Effects alike, or strong or weak the force, 
Gain but the level of each proper source : 



O F T II U T li . i57 

Spirit moves spirit, matter affects its own ; 
Though plain the facts, the manner is unknown. 
The Spirit's course no finite mind can scan : 
All works of God are miracles to man ! 
Hence some demur in spite of common sense : 
To speak of miracles gives great offence ; 
But why do skeptics laugh, and fools despise, 
Till they by reason show that they are wise ! 

Gfo, vain Philosopher, learn of Messiah, 
Explore his doctrines, and his works admire ! 
He sway'd a skill, a complicated art. 
To heal the body, and refine the heart. 
In earth, in heaven, all power was at command, 
Nor aid required from Nature's ready hand. 
He never sought what mineral kingdoms yield, 
Nor gathered virtues from the herbid field ; 
Nor oils procured, nor balm from Gilead's trees. 
Nor drew th' electric fluid from the breeze ; 
But all that power which life and health bestow'd» 
Lay in his word, and with his mandate flow'd. 

The leper's case, all rest, all hope denied, 
Resisted nature, and all art defied : 
With languid frame, in wretchedness compietG, 
He fell adoring at Messiah's feet ; 
Absorbed in care, he cried thus from his heart, 
0, if thou wilt, thou canst the gift invpart ! 
The sufferer's faith gave all his efforts tone : 
One gracious favour ask'd, and one alone. 
I will, said Jesus — kind his answer run — 
And added, Be thou clean, then all was done : 
In these tliree little words he wrapp'd the fowcr^ 
Which cured the leper in that joyful hour. 



58 THETRIUMPH 

The sightless eye, that ne'er imbibed the light, 
Nor radiance knew from sullen shades of night, 
To vision woke — the means were powerless clay, 
And water pure to wash that dust away — 
The optic nerves broke through the lilmy night, 
Quick roU'd the visual orbs in waves of light ; 
The wide creation, clad in many a hue, 
From darkness rose, and rush'd upon his view : 
The gazer wondering look'd, and look'd around, 
Lost in astonishment, and joy profound. 

Doom'd to his couch the paralytic lay, 
A tumbling mass of enervated clay : 
His nerves unstrung, his muscles without tone. 
Convulsions ceaseless caused a frequent groan. 
All means had lost their wonted power to save ; 
His hope forlorn lay in the gloomy grave ; 
But a deep change he felt, which caused surprise, 
When Jesus spoke, and said to him. Arise ! 
Then all was done : he rose without delay, 
With active limbs, and bore his couch away. 

Consign'd to worms the corse of Lazarus lay. 
Approximating fast to formless clay. 
When to the tomb his Friend and Saviour came, 
His love to show, and vindicate his claim : 
Aloud his name he called, the silence broke — 
Death lost his captive ! Lazarus awoke ! 
And when released from his involving shroud. 
He rose, he walk'd, and join'd the living crowd. 

A touch, a look, a word, a signal nod, 
Eflfected wonders, and proclaim'd a God ! 
To sounds organic woke the speechless tongue ; 
The deaden'd ear with tones and music rung ; 



O P T R U T 11 . 59 

Restoring virtue seized the wither'd hand, 
And helpless cripples leap'd at his command. 
Their wonted reason lunatics regain'd ; 
Health bloom'd anew where burning fevers reign'd \ 
Wine flow'd from water, deserts yielded bread, 
And fainting thousands by his hand were fed ; 
Fiends fled before him, tempests own'd his rod, 
On waves tumultuous calmly walk'd a God ! 
Rocks heard him groan, the sun retired in gloom, 
His death spoil'd Death, and triumph'd o'er the tomb. 

Events miraculous do all involve 
Some mystic knots, which reason cannot solve : 
The hand that works is hid : the wonders show 
Before our eyes, and that is all we know. 
The mode of doing — there the secret lies ! 
Though deeply learn'd, in this no one is wise ; 
But facts are strong, facts will the cause sustain : 
To doubt is weakness, and t' oppose is vain ! 
Is it incredible that Nature's Cause 
Should sway her movements, or suspend her laws 1 
If Nature works, or miracles are done, 
For special ends : the object still is one ; 
All tend to good ; as the progression goes, 
A God proclaims, and our great weakness shows. 

Go, take one lesson from the Prophet's school ! 
The sage must know if there exists a rule 
To solve the future, and an art to climb 
Through involutions dark of unborn time : 
Facts demonstrate, the future has been told, 
Long ages ere the grand events unroU'd. 
Then doubt no more, the future all may know, 
To know would ask, if God be pleased to show. 



60 T H E T R 1 U M P H 

Lo ! Judah's Prophet views appalling woes 
At hand — what sympathetic ardour flows ! 
O'er faithless Salem sheds a flood of tears, 
And sounds these lamentations in her ears. 

Oh ! hadst thou known the Truth, and understood 
The source of peace, the long-predicted Good ! 
Then, oh ! how bless'd ! — thy children would have sung, 
Sweet plenty reign'd, and every palace rung ; 
Thy Gates rejoiced, thy Flock possess'd the Fold, 
And, through the vaulted Fane, sweet music roU'd — 
But gone thy day! Judicial clouds shall rise, 
And dark deceptions haunt thy filmy eyes ; 
Loud angry trumpets o'er thy towers shall sound, 
And pagan standards shade thy holy ground. 
Thy children's blood shall stain the trodden street, 
And war and famine in thy portals meet ; 
Nation 'gainst nation rise, power 'gainst power, 
And host on host shall fall in that dread hour ! 
Earthquakes shall threaten, pestilences rise, 
And sights portentous hang around the skies ; 
The stars shall fall, the Moon in scarlet wail, 
Thine altars crumble, and the priesthood fail. 
Thy Temple grand — composed of mountain stores. 
Rich cedar forests, gems, and Ophir ores, 
The toil of years ! — which Zion's high commands, 
A wonder of the world resplendent stands ! 
Whose golden roof, high gilded dome and spires, 
Reflect the radiance of the solar fires ; 
As if design'd with Nature's pomp to vie. 
And claim duration with its mountain high — 
Must sink at last ! It stands beneath the doom 
Of Heaven, and trembles o'er a fiery tomb. 



OFTRUTH. 61 

Its lofty towers from their proud seats shall fall, 
And those huge stones be tumbled from the wall ; 
The long hid earth the crooked share shall lay 
In furrows deep, full in the blaze of day. 

The dread prediction was distinctly heard ; 
Still hope was cherish'd, though the doom was fear'd. 

The signs soon came, dire harbingers of fate, 
To tell the downfall of the Jewish state. 
Th' Almighty spoke, but with a signal tongue : 
Sight after sight the timely warning rung. 
Poised o'er their towers, a fearful comet's blaze 
Shed terror down, and woke their stupid gaze ; 
The angry clouds bore round the evening sky, 
Arm'd men in chariots, tinged with purple die. 
By means unknown, the Temple's sheeny pride, 
The ponderous brazen gate, flew open wide. 
For oflfering led, a lowing heifer bore, 
A fleecy lamb, there at the temple's door. 
Within the veil, where priests perform'd alone, 
A light supernal round the altar shone ; 
Commingled voices broke the silence there : 
" Let us remove," low murmur'd in the air. 
Lone, through the streets, a pensive stranger hied : 
Wo, wo, wo — incessant — wo, wo, he cried ; 
From street to street his doleful message bore, 
From year to year, till he could cry no more. 

Such were the signs that God ordain'd to tell 
Proud Salem's fate, and soon the judgments fell. 

From mortal vision veil'd, th' Avenger flies 
To Salem's mount, and, lo, the guilty dies ! 
Rome pours her legions ; faction daily grows ; 
Within is anarchy ; without are foes. 
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62 T H E T R I U M P H 

Dire famine comes, and desolation hies 
Through every street ; joy from each palace flies. 
Rapine hails rapine, murder murder greets, 
And graveless dead lie scatter'd through the streets. 
All safety flies — the doom awakes despair : 
Starvation meets starvation every where ! 
A wretched mother — Oh, what famish'd hours ! — 
To save her life, her sodden child devours. 
The Roman troops the wo and plunder share, 
Nor age nor sex their savage passions spare. 
The walls lie rent, the citadels in storm, 
And blood and carnage every place deform. 
The temple falls before a wreakful power, 
And all its grandeur withers in an hour. 
On every side, from its foundation pour 
Resplendent brooks of golden liquid ore ; 
Nor stone sleeps here, all upside down they turn, 
While, o'er the ruin, howling Tempests mourn. 
The crown of Judah falls, and Salem's towers, 
The spoil and conquest of the Roman powers. 
Of truth prophetic a memorial stands, 
And far proclaims the doom of guilty hands. 
Imperious doubts require us to explain. 
How human forms, dissolved, shall live again : 
If Heaven be pleased to build the frame anew : 
What he ordains his mighty hand can do. 
Creation great ! — Is resurrection more 1 
What fashion'd man at first, can man restore. 
This solves the doubt, all counter zeal defies. 
If God but speaks the word, the dead must rise ! 
Nor can we show that such an act Divine 
Would not exalt its Cause, and brightly shine, 



O F T R U T H . 63 

A prodigy of grace ; on high to stand, 
To show the power of an Almighty hand. 
This truth we know. — If doubters still inquire — 
Go, ask Elijah in his car of fire ! 

Lo, what is man ! how frail his house of clay ! 
Now wakes to life, now sinks in death away : 
All like a vapour on the breezes borne, 
And changeful quite as fading hues of morn. 
Hence vanity, fit word, our life here shows : 
The bubble breaks, to nullity it goes ! 
The whole creation* [all the human race] 
Are travelling downward, groaning in the chase, 
Oppress'd with pain : the saints all feel the doom, 
As pagans do : a common fate the tomb. 
The creature [frame, with organs fine array'd] 
To vanity [to death] was subject made, 
Without his will; the law did this require : 
A doom so dreadful man could not desire. 
This frame to dust to turn, God did ordain. 
Subjected it in hope, [to rise agaia.] 
Hence, earnest expectations truth inspires, 
Of vict'ry over death, which he desires ; 
And waits in hope, the manifestation day 
Of God's own sons : [the souls that dwelt in clay :] 
Who shall appear, in that reviving morn. 
When, from the dust, the bodies shall be born : 
P^or this clay frame, the creature of the dust 
Shall burst its bonds, though bound by chains accursed, 
And spring to glorious liberty and light : 
Immortal as the soul, as pure, as bright. 

♦ i?ee Romans viii., 18 — 23. 



64 T II E T R I U M P 11 

The saints all wait for this adoption day, 
The grand redemption of their mortal clay : 
This half of man, divorced, by Justice' claim, 
Will be rejoin'd, adopted, share the same. 

Triumphant hope ! wait, fearful saints, here wait ! 
With moving songs, around death's marble gate ; 
Look — forward look ! a recompense you'll gain, 
To more than balance all your life of pain. 
So reckon'd Paul, who had a distant view 
Of future bliss, reserved in promise true. 
For saints to prove. O, joy complete to know 
Th' arcana bless'd ! where fruits unwasting grow 
On trees of Hfe ; where Salem does unfold 
Her jasper gates, and show her streets of gold ; 
Where Death comes not, nor the unwelcome train 
Of tears and groans, of heartache and of pain. 

Know well the Truth ! — man is required to know — 
From simple facts thoughts rise and widely tlow. 
Behold the grain* — by Nature's vigour fraught — 
All dead appears till into action brought. 
How it awakes who can the mystery show • — 
What reason teaches man is bound to know. 
The mystic germe, amid the furrow'd earth, 
Throws off one form to give another birth. 
By latent process this great change is done. 
Through the all-plastic earth, and genial sun : 
It lives — it dies — and is again renew'd ; 
In ceaseless change, one certain end pursued : 
Its form confess'd, is lost, and found again, 
A thousand times, but still 'tis perfect grain ; 

* John xii., 24. 



P T R U T H . 65 

Which true identity must holJ its course, 
While vegetative laws remain in force. 

Now shall dead grain awake to second birth, 
By Nature's laws, to decorate the earth, 
And leave man, slumbering, without hope to gain 
A rising day : below the charter'd grain 1 

See, mantling vines from dormant germins rise. 
At Spring's soft touch, wind towards the sunny skies 1 
See, wither'd grass, and roots of perish'd flowers, 
Shoot into life, revived by vernal showers ! 
Spring robes anew the naked forest drear, 
When, from its prison, bursts the rolling year. 
All nature changes, yes, all nature dies. 
To gain new vigour, and more glorious rise. 

What, then, shall Nature break the icy tomb 
Of winter drear, dispel th' incumbent gloom 
Of earth, and call forth all her flowering train. 
To wave and flourish on the fragrant plain. 
And leave man in the dust, immured with worms, 
To endless sleep consign'd, mid worthless forms, 
No rise to know ; while, on his fertile tomb. 
These quicken'd, verdant plants triumphant bloom 1 

Behold the shaggy worm ! — days are her years ! — > 
Dies into life — a chrysalis appears ! — 
Now bursts her shell, to higher life she springs : 
A butterfly complete, with gilded wings. 
From earth released, her former gloomy home, 
Where once she crept, where lies her shatter'd tomb ; 
Now floats in air, and fans the solar blaze : 
A vernal wonder ransom'd from her maze. 

Shall reptiles change, and in new life arise, 
Throw off their feet, take wings and mount the skies, 
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66 THETRIUMPH 

And Man, the great, intelligent, and bless'd, 
Immortal call'd — the lord of all the rest ! 
Sleep an eternal sleep in his dark grave, 
Nor dream of life, nor know a power to savel 

NO ! Heaven proclaims — NO ! Philosophy replies ; 
Prophetic Truth ! God hath doom'd him to rise ! 
Then, who can bar Death's gate, or who detain 
Th' incarcerated throng in his domain 1 
When Heaven's wing'd herald shall these orders bring, 
With trumpet's sound : That the immortal spring 
Is come ! Death, tyrant Death shall reign no more ! 
Ye marble bars, dissolve ! Life's fountain, pour 
Your thousand streams ! Let Nature yield the gloom 
That haunts the dead ; and from the sullen tomb, 
Death's castle strong, let the earth'd nations rise. 
And know the imperial mandates of the skies ! [gleam, 

Then through the dark, damp vaults, pure light shall 
And life roll back upon a rapid stream. 
As thought as quick, quick as th' electric flame, 
The rising dust shall from th' organic frame. 
From clouds of night emerge. Then all shall see 
Its native form, and its identity. 
Blooming in beams of that perennial day, 
No more to languish, sicken, or decay. 
Illustrious change ! trace well th' amazing thought, 
And mark the Power by which it shall be wrought. 

What though the human frame in ruin lies, 
Roll'd on the waves, or winnow'd to the skies ; 
Or, in promiscuous coherence bound, 
With common dust, deep in the channell'd ground : 
The Power supreme, who form'd the body first, 
Sustains, in view, each vagrant, floating dust ; 



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Which shall return, and life's high honour claim, 
When He rebuilds the desolated frame : 
Each part shall hold its own appropriate place, 
T' enhance the form, or give external grace. 

To solve the doubt, try what research can yield - 
Will man awake like plants that crown the field ? 
Rise from a germe which in the body lies ; 
(A part there is, they say, that never dies :) 
So when the general rising day shall come, 
Will these ripe germes all burst within the tomb ; 
At once spring up, by self-perfecting laws, 
The glorious offspring of a natural cause 1 

The truth is plain, the body all dissolves. 
Nor life nor form remains : no part involves 
A germe inert, which lies unseen in earth, 
Through rolling ages, ripening for the birth ; 
Till carried on to Time's determined verge, 
Then, spring to life, and from the grave emerge. 

The cause to find, 'tis quite absurd, we know, 
To spend our time, in seeking here below. 
To wake the dead, a power as great requires. 
As caused life first, or form'd th' ethereal fires : 
That power Messiah claims. He keeps the keys 
Of Death, and will his prisoners all release. 
Great Germe of life, who holds the power alone, 
To quicken mortal forms ! He raised his own ! 
He speaks — all nature feels his ruling hand. 
While raptured angels fly at his command ; 
At his rebuke, wild tempests rage no more, 
And the rough billows slumber on the shore. 
Fierce demons quake at his vindictive rod, 
And heaven, and earth, and hell, proclaim him God ! 



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He spoil'd dominions, crush'd the powers of Night, 
And o'er them triumph'd in the dreadful fight ; 
Unbarr'd Death's gate, thence oped a spacious way, 
Through subterranean gloom to realms of day ; 
Proclaiming thus, amid the unequal strife, 
/ am the resurrection and, the life. 

This none could know, immured in heathen night, 
But now stands obvious in the Gospel light ; 
And forms a noble link in the grand chain 
Of true philosophy, which will remain. 

The laws of Faith we next proceed to show, 
Whose power we feel, and operations know : 
On evidence she holds, nor stops to rest. 
But promptly acts, nor leaves the soul unbless'd. 
Of all our hope. Faith is the substance here ; 
Of things unseen is proof completely clear. 
"Where Reason cannot pass, Faith lends a clew ; 
Where vision ends, there Faith begins her view. 
She stands for knowledge, and for power withal. 
Attendant ready at a moment's call. 
A world of knowledge round the senses roll ; 
Faith spreads another brighter to the soul : 
Through this wide tract the soul may freely roam, 
Exult and feast, and feel herself at home. 
Our gifts divine. Faith's agency bestows, 
Inspires our courage ; thence devotion flows ; 
Gives resignation, patience under strife, 
And all the prospect of a future life. 

So, Faith stands fitted to those finite grounds, 
Where sight has limits, and where power has bounds ; 
Makes dark things obvious, brings the distant nigh, 
Gives weakness power, and penetrates the sky ; 



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The fire of heaven draws down : so grace is won, 
The soul renew'd, and things mysterious done. 
Faith, Uke th' attractive chain, the group command, 
That guides th' electric power from hand to hand : 
The chain no shock imparts ; the effective cause 
Lies in the subtile heat the attractor draws. 
Faith is the means, the power is all of God, 
He does the work, man holds the wondrous rod. 

Faith is a power, a gift, which rests nowhere, 
But on superior power : its object there. 
As mediums just, true evidences rise. 
And, on this scale, Faith travels to the skies ; 
Adheres intensely, like the strengthless vine, 
Which clasps the branches of the rooted pine : 
Tlie vine there runs, and in full triumph grows, 
Supported by the grasp which it bestows. 
Without some evidence naught Faith could view ; 
Without an object high, no work could do : 
Heaven gives the poiccr ; the ohject, God alone ; 
The evidence, the word ; believing is our own. 
Where all is present, knowledge infinite, 
Power unbounded, and immediate sight. 
Faith has no place : absurd, indeed, to say, 
God works by Faith. He speaks, and worlds obey ! 
Know w^ell this fact, that Christ, th' eternal Son, 
By faith no wonders wrought : He spoke, 'twas done ! 
That proved him God, except his robe of clay, 
Which he put on to bear our sins away. 
Had he been finite in his nobler powers, 
Faith would to his been needful as to ours. 
True faith in him was of mankind required. 
And by that act obtain'd all they desired. 



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A touch, by faith, with ardent prayer in grief, 
Drew from him virtue which bestow'd belief. 
Faith reigns here second, in the Gospel plan, 
And holds her olfice in the breast of man : 
Since finite can't infinity descry, 
Faith must attend us, and will never die. 

True Faith and works are join'd, aids mutual prove, 
As well-match'd wheels with easy motion move. 
See, what diastole and systole impart, 
The two grand motions of the organic heart : 
Distentions that, contractions this, bestow, 
Whose unlike movements keep the blood in flow : 
These vital actions in harmonious strife 
Support the system, and the flame of life ; 
If one should cease, the other would be void, 
And life's grand, centric engine be deslroy'd. 
So Faith or Works alike is dead, alone, 
But when conjoin'd, sustain devotion's tone. 
Faith all receives, works in return bestow ; 
Hence pure affections through the bosom flow : 
So all keeps active on the flying wheel, 
Of love and rapture, and untiring zeal. 

See, through the void, the sheeny planets course, 
In perfect order, with resistless force : 
In Nature's system lies the restless cause : 
Attraction govern'd by repulsion's laws. 
By these well-balanced powers the planets run. 
In measured orbits, round the centric sun. 
All through the Universe these laws extend, 
Unlike in action, act to one grand end. 
So Faith and Works, by well-concerted force, 
Give tone and spirit to the Christian course. 



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Attracted and repell'd, all cheerful run, 

As lights subservient, round the moral SUN. 



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BOOK V. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The Ancient Paradise. 

The world in its Primeval state. — The inofFensiveness of 
animals. — The perfection and happy condition of man. — 
Thoughts on speech. — A description of Eve. — The marriage, 
and evening walk. — The garden the temple of God. — Th'' 
first government. 



In that prime morn when evil was unknown, 
Devotion reign'd, and God was God alone. 
This pendent orb, though dark and small, was even 
An antechamber to th' imperial heaven ; 
Man stood the bound where two creations meet, 
And all the world a Paradise complete. 
Perfection graced and govern'd every thing, 
Moved Nature's pendulum, and touch'd each spring ; 
Distinction here, there complication stood, 
Each part was faultless, and the whole was good. 
Here order rose to view, proportion there. 
And beauty shone in all, and every where. 
All things were poised in Heaven's sustaining hand, 
From ponderous worlds to single grains of sand ; 
To life and matter, bounds and laws were given : 
Arrangements measured by the scale of Heaven ; 
The whole Omniscience plann'd, directed all, 
And hung on high this fair, terraqueous ball ; 
So poised, so moved, such nice rotations made, 
Brought seasons mild, and equall'd light and shade. 



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Primeval Nature breathed without a sigh, 
And sat enthroned beneath a stormless sky ; 
While, on his golden wheels, the princely Sun, 
From east to west his noiseless circuit run ; 
Whose genial power came warmly down, and press'd 
Love's image sweet on Earth's prolific breast ; 
Her hills enamell'd, tinged each leaf and spray 
With rainbow colours, innocently gay. 
And a rich carpet came from Flora's loom, 
With fine embroidery, in living bloom, 
To beautify the ground ; where holy feet 
Might safely tread, and man and angels meet. 
Vales lilied smiled ; gay amaranths advanced, 
And, on the waves, the bloomy lotus danced ; 
Low bent the violets ; roses kiss'd the light ; 
While shaded flowerets coyly hid from sight ; 
High stood the solar flower, nor tried to run. 
But turn'd his head to view th' attractive sun. 
The waving groves, with many a quivering tongue, 
Play'd in the winds, and artless carols sung. 
With winning turns, the friendly vines embraced 
The lofty trees, and their rough bodies graced ; 
High on their arms the heedless vagrants run. 
And held their clusters purpling to the sun. 
Thick on the ground, on boughs high overhead, 
Her dulcet fruit, prolific Nature spread. 
All seasons true : at hand the genial power, 
Fruit always ripe, and ripening every hour ; 
From airy cisterns kindly dew was press'd, 
As needed fell, and fertile Eden bless'd. 
O'er bloomy landscapes danced the sheeny hoursy 
While busy zephyrs rock'd the myrtle bowers ^ 
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And, in their glee, transported Earth's perfumes 

Around the sky, and kiss'd the honey'd blooms. 

From spicy forests woke the breathing day ; 

On groves of orange hung his setting ray : 

So every thing conspired to give delight, 

Peace reign'd o'er all, and gladden'd day and night ; 

In every thing perfection show'd its power, 

The Earth rejoiced, and laugh'd in every flower. 

One Providence the world's great system eyed, 

Each part attended, and the whole supplied. 

The ponderous elements, so balanced, hung, 
No jar was felt, nor dissonance was rung. 
No vengeful storms, dark castles raised on high, 
Arm'd with rough hail : nor thunder shook the sky. 
No wanton flames arose, with frightful glare, 
On devastation bent ; nor floods to dare 
Opposing force. Unknown were earthquakes dire. 
And mountains glowing with volcanic fire. 
No whirlwinds raged ; nor swamps nor deserts lay 
Across the earth, t' oflfend the beams of day. 
Gulfs were not plough'd ; no ragged mountains stood 
Cloud wrapp'd ; nor found a precipice the flood. 
Droughts were not known ; nor murky mildew came, 
The fruits to spoil, the silken blooms to maim. 
Then no miasms rose, the shade of night 
T' infect with death, or taint the morning light. 
The earth no bane possess'd, nor sickly flood — 
On Java's isle no Bohon Upas stood. 
Nor plants malign appear'd, with fraudful shade : 
All kinds that grew, for ends propitious made ; 
Thorns then were not, nor hateful thistles found 
A place to grow ; nor weeds t' annoy the ground. 



F T R U T II . 75 

No care required, nor enervating toil, 
T' obtain the product of the genial soil : 
Spontaneous Nature spread her gifts abroad, 
And Eden's garden was the bower of God. 

How vast the Power that raised creation's frame, 
Made worlds mid worlds, and centric suns of flame ! 
That plann'd all Nature's laws, ordain'd their course, 
Gave weight to matter, and to motion force ; 
Wrapp'd life in gerraes to wake to future birth, 
Gave wings to air, solidity to earth, 
And heat to flame — tides to the vast profound, 
Swiftness to light, and to vibration sound. 
That tinged the rose, the pink's fine hues allied, 
And hung the lily, whitening by their side : 
That form'd all things — and nothing form'd amiss ! 
Then roll'd the world into a sea of bliss. 

The world, a heaven, while ancient order stood ; 
All good, all bless'd, and wonderful as good ! 
So God ordain'd ; whose plastic hand divine 
Made every life to answer his design. 
To all alike instinctive laws were given. 
Each sphere to fit in the terrestrial heaven ; 
As nature taught, they claim'd the air, or earth, or flood. 
And all were free, though in gradation stood ; 
A living world composed, distinct from mind, 
For general good, and mutual aids design'd. 
Hence, in their pristine state, all creatures were 
Completely happy, as their powers could bear ; 
Their rights were bounded, each one's bound was known, 
And every being raptured with his own. 
Had serpents bane, and bees a deadly sting 1 
Were Junnks like pirates, cruising on the wing"? 



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Life was not sought ; for mastery no one strove ; 
Nor watch'd the vulture to decoy the dove. 
No howling monsters ranged the darksome wood, 
Prepared for onset, or athirst for blood. 
Nor shriek of death, nor war's menacing sound, 
Disturb'd the air ; no rage tore up the ground : 
Their passions mild, to harmlessness inclined. 
Endearing all, and to each other kind. 
The tiger leap'd for joy the kid to meet, 
The bounding lamb play'd at the lion^s feet, 
The harmless roe slept by the leopard'' s side. 
Nor sought the rocks, the timorous hare to hide. 
All friends alike, all had one interest here. 
They knew no danger, nor possessed a fear. 

Say, God made man, (for whom the world was made, 
All creatures form'd, and Paradise array'd,) 
To crown the whole ; high on gradation's chain, 
He rose in state, a prince o'er all to reign ; 
Mid wondrous works, a greater wonder stood 
Than all the rest : more noble, wise, and good : 
True child of God — intelligence possess'd — 
On whom alone his image stood impress'd ; 
Prime hierarch, who all creation awed. 
Prompt guardian angel of the rights of God. 
Mysterious being ! whose wondrous make combined 
Adhesive substance and a reasoning mind. 
Matter his form, his soul divine from birth : 
This, came from God, that, fashion'd from the earth. 
Th' organic frame was form'd to fit the soul ; 
Relation nice extended through the whole ; 
All sympathetic from some native cause, 
And all immortal from efficient laws. 



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In form august, immaculate in soul, 

And high perfection beautified the whole 

By intuition wise, divinely taught, 

His mind, like brass, retain'd each graphic thought. 

In reason errorless, in judgment true, 

The germes of science open'd on his view. 

With ease he ranged the maze of Nature's laws. 

And mark'd the progress of each ruling cause ; 

Traced, from each nature, what the name should be, 

Of all that walked or flew, or swam the sea. 

To all his thoughts and passions clews were given ; 

All moved subservient to the rule of Heaven. 

The truth he loved, to evil not inclined : 

The laws of rectitude controll'd his mind ; 

Disease and death, which now are common fate, 

Had no existence in man's sinless state. 

No mental darkness then, no toil oppress'd, 

No care tormented, and no want distress'd ; 

No disappointed hope, nor boding fears 

Of distant ill, nor eyes suffused with tears. 

Envy was not ; nor jealousy came there, 

With hateful eyes, nor madness in despair ; 

No wars without, nor vital ills t' annoy 

The stormless ocean of unbounded joy. 

He had access to his Creator's throne, 

And earth, and sea, and sky were all his own ; 

Above, beneath, around, all things at rest — 

So man was doom'd to be for ever bless'd. 

For him the tree of life benignly grew. 
His frame to guard. To cheer his morning view 
Th' indulgent sun arose ; and in night's hour 
Heaven's lamps were fired. Vines wove his verdant bower, 

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The trees lock'd arms, and form'd a vast arcade, 
O'er flowery walks : his palace was the shade ! 
For him all Nature toil'd with ceaseless care, 
Ripen'd her fruit, perfumed the ambient air, 
His walks adorn'd, with roses made his bed, 
And pour'd her unction on his sacred head. 
The brutes, obsequious, waited at his hand, 
His law to hear, and fly at his command. 
For his delight creation's harp was strung, 
The air resounded, and the forests rung : 
High in the light, o'er earth's enamell'd plains. 
The wing'd musicians sung their mellow strains ; 
Or pour'd their carols on the rocking sprays : 
Instinctive offerings to th' Almighty's praise ; 
In concert sweet, thus prideless numbers ran, 
By night and day, around the throne of man. 

How bless'd was he ! how great the charter given ! 
Stood priest, reign'd monarch, and communed with Heaven. 
Two worlds lay open on his ravish'd view : 
The world of spirits, and of matter too ; 
Nor could he know that angels were more bless'd 
On thrones of light, in their eternal rest ; 
Still it was deem'd unfit — the cause was known — 
On earth to live, for man to be alone. 

With reason, speech, coeval gifts, bestow'd 
On man. His mind correctly flow'd — 
The ready organs play'd instinctive wrought. 
Fit sounds with meaning gave, replete with thought. 
Language, a wondrous boon, a key design'd 
T' unlock th' arcanum of the thinking mind ; 
It sweeps the trembling chords of passion's lyre, 
Blows up a flame, and ventilates the fire. 



F T R U T H . 79 

engine : 
O'er Reason's forted fields ! It storms the world ! 
The power of speech, the thunder of the soul, 
Strikes on a thousand ears, and shocks the whole ! 
Enchains and charms, by joining sense to sound : 
A social clew that runs the circle round ; 
A bliss devised for angel minds and ours. 
Reciprocation of congenial powers. 

For social life man was design'd : a heaven 
Of social joy was in the woman given ; 
Perfection's last, pure touch, the finish made 
Of all ; with heavenly innocence array'd : 
Of forms most fair : to symmetry were join'd 
Attractive meekness and a gifted mind. 
Subordination own'd — her passions mild, 
Love graced her acts, with angel sweetness smiled. 
Whene'er she spoke celestials turn'd to hear : 
Her beauty charm'd the eye, her voice the ear. 

This form divine, man's side was rent to give, 
Two made of one, that one in two might live : 
One interest held, the parties of one part, 
One in devotion's cause, and one in heart. 
All Eden bow'd, and felt the happy hour, 
"When Heaven bestow'd her at the bridal bower ; 
Adam rejoiced the social gift to greet, 
And found, in her, his Paradise complete. 

Now on swift wheels the radiant orb of day, 
Beyond the western main had roU'd away ; 
The stars appear'd, hung in the hollow sky 
Like golden lamps, and all the expanse on high 
Was in a glow with scintillations bright, 
T' adorn with splendour the eventful night. 



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The Moon came late, mantled with silvery grace, 

On Paradise look'd down with smiling face ; 

Clouds, fringed with gold, curtain'd above the trees. 

From whose soft volume came the balmy breeze ; 

While spicery fell, an aromatic shower, 

O'er Eden's walks, and round the nuptial bower. 

Instinctive creatures eyed the joyful scene. 

Gave signs of pleasure, gamboU'd on the green. 

The birds sat plumed in gold on boughs above, 

And seem'd to know the common feast of love. 

The grapes dropp'd wine, to cheer the welcome hour, 

While mellow fruit fell in a golden shower. 

The bliss convivial flow'd, all kindly given. 

As sounds inspiring rose in distant heaven 

To celebrate the scene — the nuptials sung, 

And heaven and earth with acclamations rung. 

Then hand in hand, with joyful steps, they hied 
Through citron groves, along the river's side. 
O'er flowery lawns, through sounding myrtle vales, 
And vaulted shades, where sung the nightingales. 
Along their walk, whatever way they chose. 
At every step new scenes of rapture rose. 
Kind creatures round them danced in zigzag play ; 
Harmless attendants on their joyful way. 
Sweet converse flow'd, a mutual delight, 
While Time regaled them with th' auspicious night. 
Oh, what a range for thought ! a boundless sea : 
Creation's wonders, and the Deity ! 
All sacred round, where'er they look'd or trod ; 
Thus Eden show'd the perfect reign of God. 

The native ground the only altar stood ; 
Their hallow'd temple the resounding wood ; 



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Oblations, love — such as in heaven reigns : 
Spontaneous tribute, unaffected strains ! 
Praise ceaseless rose, like incense from the whole, 
Of matter, motion, instinct, life, and soul ; 
And every thing attended Order's call, 
And God was there, and God was all in all. 
Theocracy, — O, government sublime ! 
The only one in heaven, and first in time, — 
Controll'd the world. The law, with solemn tone, 
Came down directly from th' imperial throne : 
Th' Eternal spoke — man heard, and felt, and saw — 
His words were doctrine, oracle, and law i 
One prohibition solely mark'd man's state. 
On which was poised his everlasting fate : 
The interdicted fruit in Eden grew, 
Mid other trees, yet obvious to the view ; 
Its nature known — stood in the moral plan : 
The only test of agency in man. 



ETUD OF BOOK FIFTH. 



82 T n E T R I U M P II 



BOOK VI, 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Mail's expulsio7i from Paradise. 

Reflection on the happy state of man. — The transgression. — 
Sin not necessary. — Foreknowledge and decrees — Doubts 
solved. — The fall of man calls for lamentations. — The trial 
and doom.— The tree of life and flaming sword.— Adam groans 
under the curse, and euTies the condition of the animals. — 
Providence supplies his wants. — Adam is heir to the world 
with all its evils — Adam fears death, and inquires what it 
is. — Death solves its own mystery. — That the mind of man 
sufl^ered more by the fall than his body. 



In Eden's bowers, ere Sorrow's harp was strung, 
Our high progenitors we lately sung ; 
Bless'd with fruition full, where all was free, 
Except the fruit of one forbidden tree. 
There, housed in halcyon shade, they might have reign'd, 
Their bliss possess'd, their rectitude retain'd. 
And kept inviolably the pristine laws, 
And left, untouch'd, the fruit of death the cause. 
Then life primeval would have held its claim, 
And kept their forms in everduring fame. 
Then tyrant Death would not have reign'd below, 
Demanding tombs, and sable garbs of wo ; 
But painless life, with happy moments spun, 
Its destined rounds, unbroken would have run. 
So every race — immaculate from birth, 
Like angels fair, in shrouds of breathing earth — 



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Would thus have travell'd life's progressive road, 
Until they gain'd the goal designed of God — 
For higher worlds prepared — Delightful ! strange ! 
Their bodies would have known a deathless change : 
From life to life, by graduation higher, 
Like bless'd Elijah on his wheels of fire ! 

For man's establish'd home Earth was not made : 
'Tis too confined for an immortal shade, 
To life progressive doom'd, that ardent sighs 
For deeper bliss, and more consummate skies. 
Intelligence is wing'd ; hence souls require 
A range unbounded, and celestial fire. 
Beyond the roll of orbs such regions lie, 
Where spirits reign, and raptures never die. 
But, still our planet is an honoured place. 
The nursery-chamber for th' illustrious race 
Of man; well formed and freighted with supplies. 
To train immortal subjects for the skies. 
When done the scheme sublime, let fate descend. 
The world dissolve, and its long journey end ! 

O, Eden bless'd ! a heaven below the skies ! 
How fallen now, and doom'd no more to rise ! 
Th' alluring tempter, wrapp'd in borrow'd light — 
An angel seem'd, amid the gloom of night — 
Intrusive came — no ill suspected there, 
Till spotless innocence plunged in his snare ! 
Broad was th' oifence that caused the whelming fate : 
Doubted, presumed, desired, rebeWd, and ate. 
That compound deed involved the germ.es of all 
Succeeding crimes since man's disastrous fall. 
'Twas not the fruit, nor poison from the tree, 
That death produced, that caused depravity : 



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The icilling act, which passed the legal bourwJ, 
Contained the bane, and gave the fatal wound. 
Had Heaven forbid the fruit of any name, 
The consequences would have been the same ; 
Or circle mark'd, defined forbidden ground, 
And death the penalty to cross the bound, 
The issue would have told what freedom brings, 
That from volition all the evil springs. 

Oh, how absurd I to think that sin was gain — 
That knowledge outweigh'd all man lost by pain ; 
Though he was bless'd, that blessing could not know 
Till it was lost, and Eden sunk in wo. 
Behold the angels in their sinless rest ! — 
Bo not those angels know that they are bless'd 1 
To know the good, the evil not to know, 
Is wisdom great, and perfect bliss below. 
A paradox, indeed, mid learned things, 
That certain good from moral evil springs ! 
Can love from hatred rise, or wrong from right, 
Sweet flow from bitter, darkness spring from light T 
If good exists where sin once held its course. 
It can be traced to its own proper source. 

Did Heaven decree man's fall I — He did foreknow : 
Foreknowledge views — decrees compulsion show- 
Things present, future, past, in vision lie, 
All in one field before th' Omniscient Eye ; 
Though countless are these things, who does suppose 
That Heaven is bound — that he no farther knows 1 
What might have been, that never were, he knew 
As well as what have come to pass. As true, 
Unnumber'd things that be, were all foreseen, 
With equal eye, that they might ne'er have been. 



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All that will be in time, the good and ill, 
The Power Omniscient sees — and farther still : 
Myriads of things will come, which God doth see, 
Poised possible, that they might never be. 
And things will never be, which He can tell, 
Might come to pass, as other things, as well. 
'Tis imperfection — call it what you please — 
If Qod knows nothing but what he decrees : 
Decrees are acts, each one augments th' account, 
Infmite numbers stand the whole amount. 
It must be true, that God conceives and knows 
Beyond what hs ordains — thought boundless goes. 
Quite different forms, he saw, he ceuld have given 
To every thing he made in earth and heaven ; 
Things possible he knew, knew what was best, 
The best preferr'd, rejected all the rest. 
How agents free would act we own God knew, 
But did that knowledge cause, the acts ibey do ! 
Foreknowledge does not mar the Gospel plan, 
But dread decrees destroy the will of man. 
A shocking thought, that pirates, sots, and knaves 
Are doom'd to sin ! — decrees make sinless slaves ! 
If knowledge ^rescn^ merely does explore. 
What can foreknowledge do '\ — can it do more 1 
The will is free ! — hence, argue e'er so long. 
It can go right, but still it may go wrong. 
This centric power, the balance wheel of mind. 
Unforced revolves : so will was first designed ; 
If unforeseen, would on its pivot roll 
Just as it does ; this knowledge can't control. 
Though prescience views all things, this doctrine stands ; 
God ne'er decreed to break his own commands ; 
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Nor justice marr'd, nor marr'd his moral plan, 
By secret sway, to mock and torture man. 
He made him free, with equal power to stand 
Or fall, anJ left him free with his command ; 
Hence, free he fell in an adventurous hour, 
And felt, too late, th' abuse of Freedom's power- 
Unwarrantable choice ! opprobrious deed ! 
Prohibited by God — by man decreed ! 
A dire catastrophe ! tremendous fall ! 
Immortals ruin'd, and a world in thrall ! 

Here doubts arise — Why were such powers given 
The world to mar, and crush the heirs of heaven 1 
Why was man left responsible and free, 
His bark to steer o'er life's uncertain sea 1 
Why agency and reason thus intwined, 
And moral laws imposed t' enthral the mind 1 
Why placed so high "! — alike in question call — 
Why made 1 — or made impossible to fall ? 

Volition dwells with reason, these are join'd 
As attributes of the essential mind. 
Such noble powers intelligence must claim 
As birthright gifts : else mind is but a name. 
Without volition — reason tells us so — 
Man would not rank as man, but fall below ; 
In weakness he would stand, with upright shape, 
Down on the level of the grovelling ape. 
Condition'd thus, on being's scale so low, 
The force of moral law he could not know ; 
Nor vice nor virtue know, nor praise nor blame, 
Bless'd consecration, nor immortal fame. 
Hence, a broad blank would yawn in Wisdom's plan, 
Which now volition fills in reasoning man. 



OF TRUTH. 87 

Through Doubt's dark maze, where erring sophists run, 
Our thoughts may rove, and end where they begun ; 
But on this axiom all may safely rest : 
God made man right, and rank'd him with the bless'd. 

Amazing change ! lo, man in ruin lies ! 
Wake, dormant world ! let pulses plaintive rise 
Through Nature's frame ! Ye guardian angels, weep 
O'er Eden lost ! — nocturnal vigils keep ! 
Thou golden sun, withdraw thy beams of light. 
The orient close, and bring the tearful night ! 
Let sable clouds up the blue vault be driven, 
To pall the starry galleries of heaven ! 
Winds, sweep Wo's harp ! Waves, beat the shores and die ! 
Rocks, burst with pain ! Clouds, wail around the sky ! 
Earth, put on sackcloth, wrap your vales in gloom, 
And quake with dread ! — Lo, Eden dies in bloom ! 
Ye curling vines, gay shrubs, and flow'ring trees. 
Hang down your branches, and involve your leaves ! 
Sweet birds of music, flocks of amorous play, 
Reject your sport, and mourn this woful day ! 
Let all that grow, let all that live by breath, 
Be loud in grief, or sad and mute as death ! 
For man is fallen ! fallen ! — Star of high birth ! 
OfTspring of Heaven ! — the rightful lord of earth ! 
There ! lo, the rebel stands among the trees, 
That wail his loss ! — Wo sounds in every breeze ! 
The placid morn, which rose with cheering beams, 
To rage is turn'd ! A light portentous gleams, 
Unknown before ! Unearthly voices sound 
Along the air ! See, vengeance gathers round ! 
Dense, pitchy clouds, with froward forms arise, 
Wheel'd by rough winds around the dusky skies ; 



88 T H E T R 1 U 1\I 1 H 

Bright, forked flames dart from the hovering gloom 
On rending trees. — Now Eden feels her doom ! 
The frighten'd brutes with shocking wildness stare, 
Hear the dread crash, and start amid the glare ! 
All consternation ! — Thunder shakes the deep, 
The sky, the ground : nothing remains asleep! 
Th' offenders drooping stand, quake at each sound, 
And shriek at every flash that lights the ground ; 
Naked they stand, and wail by woes oppressed. 
Sad tears let fall, and smite their tortured breasts ; 
Forced by remorse and dread unknown before, 
Great rolling drops exude from every pore ! 
Partners in crime, with mingled wo they grieve. 
Each other pity, but cannot relieve. 
Their subtle foe, who stole the serpent's form, 
Unmask'd now stands, ^ fiend amid the storm ; 
Scathed by some ancient stroke of Heaven's just ire 
Aghast he stares, and dreads the bolts of fire ! 

Tremendous state ! th' offenders stand alone 
To meet the orders of th' Eternal Throne : 
Their angel guardians from their posts are driven 
By this reverse : gone to their native heaven ! 
Along the gloomy walks strange sights appear — 
And now, a walking voice alarms their ear ! 
To fly in vain, nor justice can evade, 
Nor find a refuge in the stormy shade : 
The voice a summons brings, for them to show 
Why they rebelTd — the wages they must know. 
Alarm'd and pale, the culprits doubtful stand 
In Eden's court, to hear the dread demand : 
The charge they own — excuses form their plea ;— 
Guilt's last resort — but fear the stern decree. 



OFTRUTH. 89 

The Judge, though just, yet merciful and wise, 
Marks their presumption, and the SeiyenCs lies ; 
Hence in deep wisdom God concerts the plan. 
To vindicate the law and ransom man. 
The wondrous scheme sublime thus briefly read, 
The woman'' s Seed shall bruise the Serpent's head. 
Though dark the words, wrapp'd in prophetic style, 
They catch'd a gleam, and hope began to smile, [woes — 
Now comes the doom — the Serpent's shame and 
Man's death and labour — Woman's grief and throes — 
A changeless doom ! Now orders high are given 
For their release, and thence by angels driven ; 
With promised grace to kindle in each breast 
A lingering hope of an immortal rest. 
Through Eden's lawns with languid steps they move, 
To the wide world their fearful doom to prove. 
With flowing eyes, and hearts oppress'd with wo, 
They sigh — Adieu ! to Paradise below ; 
Of their green temple, art-inwoven bowers. 
Clear mirror fountains, odoriferous flowers, 
Life's fruit delicious, sounding arcades long. 
Kind creatures of their care, and birds of song — 
Their final leave they take t' enjoy no more, 
While golden suns flame on this dusky shore. 
Appalling scenes their calmer thoughts surprise ; 
From earth accursed, wild, noxious plants arise. 
O'er the degenerate soil they rove alone, 
Deplore all Nature's fate, and feel their own ; 
While in reflection, frequently explore 
Their blissful days which they shall see no more ; 
And, with reverted gaze, they notice where 
The groves of Eden fan the fragrant air. 
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90 T H E T R 1 U M P H 

O happy place ! how pleasant to the view ! 
But that is lost, and all their comfort too. 

In Eden's mid arose Life's signal tree, 
(Where God is not no Paradise can be,) 
A living symbol of the living Power 
Which life imparts, and guards it every hour. 
Celestial Tree on earth, within whose shade 
Death could not live : all dissolution stay'd : 
Whose fruit preserved man's earthly frame from harm, 
Gave immortality, gave life its charm ; 
But, oh ! denied ! — abortive all desire — 
The way was guarded by a sword of fire ; 
Around the gate the vivid flashes play'd, 
The night repell'd, and feet obtrusive stay'd : 
Flamed every way, would no admittance give, 
Lest man should thither go, and eat and live : 
Had he thus done, its nature so sublime. 
He would have been immortal in his crime. 

The fiery sword there hung, a brilliant sign 
Of Justice pure, the attribute Divine ; 
Which guards the law, defends its claims alone : 
A blaze that lightens round th' Eternal Throne. 
That man should die was just, this all can see ; 
Hence waved the sword to guard the sacred tree. 
Repulsed from this, man stood exposed each hour 
To plagues, to ills, and Death's relentless power. 
Lo ! here's a blank. No traveller can tell 
Where this prime wonder stood, or how it fell ; 
But its grand Antitype now blooms above, 
T' adorn and bless the Paradise of love. 
See yonder where th' elysian river rolls 
On heaven's main street, the walk of sainted souls, 



O F T R U T H . 91 

There stands the Tree of liife : all centric stands, 

And spreads its shadow o'er th' ethereal lands. 

Its fruit delicious in quick growths appear, 

Twelve kinds, each month, in every rolling year ; 

Down to our world its spreading branches bend, 

Earth's tribes to heal its balmy leaves extend. 

The dead it wakes, restores the palsied frame, 

Gives blindness sight, and vigour to the lame ; 

For all is free, but all must seek its aid ; 

All heaven and earth may sit within its shade. 

Where this Tree stands, nor plagues, nor death, nor wn^ 

Can ever come — no tears can ever flow : 

Life always lives in Life, on rapture's wing, 

No winter there, but one unbounded spring. 

This Tree is Christ, two natures in one Name, 

The Life of man to endless years the same. 

Earth felt her monarch's fall, such was the fate ! 
But man's mix'd nature bore the greater weight : 
Naked, sickly, wretched, depraved, and blind. 
Exiled, accursed. — What refuge could he find 1 
His way was cursed — curses had instant birth, 
The earth was cursed, and curses grew from earth ; 
A curse went in the air, glowed in the light, 
RoU'd with the waves, and came on wings of night. 
His form was cursed, and all his senses too, 
His soul was full of curses, wounds, and wo ; 
Curses before him rose, behind him stood, 
And fiU'd the channels of departed good. 

His travel bore him down the winding plain, 
Where proud Euphrates flows to meet the main ; 
Poison'd with stings, the thorns his flesh had torn, 
A homeless vagrant, lonelv, starved, and worn. 



92 THETRIUMFH 

In grief he sigh'd beneath the trees that crown'd 

The shore ; his sweat and tears bedew'd the ground. 

Forlorn his state : th' unfeeling earth his bed 

From night to night ; his strength and glory fled, 

And every joy ; sighs wing'd his languid breath ; 

A clod of misery lay, exposed to death, 

Without a garb ; while every life around 

Was richly clad, and verdure clothed the ground. 

The birds of air he saw, whose bodies shone 

With brilliant satin ; proudly in the sun, 

The peacock spread his plumes, and walk'd the glade 

In princely guise ; while, in the ample shade, 

Flock'd came the geese, all clad in white and gray, 

With heads erect, and gabbled on their way. 

The crested cock was primm'd ; with trappings proud, 

The turkey came, and rustled in the crowd ; 

The parrot, dress'd in green, the swan, in white. 

The raven black, in gray the owl of night. 

The humbird and the bee, to sate desire, 

Danced o'er the honey'd blooms in gay attire. 

Along the vale the nimble wild colts run. 

Whose robes of black, and gray, and speckled shone. 

The high-horn'd herds, with mantles soft, he spied. 

And wooWy flocks, clad richly by their side ; 

The hound sagacious bounced along the shade. 

For chace prepared, in hairy robes array'd ; 

The kingly lion roar'd, lord of the plain, 

Display'd his vest, and shook his golden mane ; 

Mantled with fur forth came the shaggy bear, 

Clad for the north, to face the frigid air ; 

The furry fox but lightly touch'd the sand, 

And waved his saffron flag amid the band. 



F T R U T II . 93 

The squirrel^ dormouse, caf, and iceascl keen, 
In silken vestments sported on the green ; 
The fish leap'd from the pool, and in the sun, 
His sprinoy form with scaly silver shone. 
The turtU had his mail, the snail her shell, 
The insect wings, the worm a liraous cell ; 
Like gay assemblies stood the mantled trees, 
And ^^.iniedL flowerets danced with every breeze. 

Thus every creature — every thing display'd 
Commodious robes, which Nature kindly made, 
But fallen Man : a wretch forlorn he lay. 
And in regret he sigh'd the hours away ; 
Emotions envious felt, his state would change 
With any being in wide creation's range : 
Scorch'd by the sun, beat by the ruthless rain, 
Chill'd by the winds, convulsed by mental pain ; 
At every breath loud lamentations made, 
While doleful echoes answer'd from the shade : 
Groan follow'd groan. Kind Nature heard him groan, 
And all her thousand eyes upon him shone ! — 
To see the lord of Earth oppress'd with woes, 
Compassion woke : from heaven th' impetus rose 
That moved the world. By the Almighty's word, 
An order came, the proper aid t' afford : 
The world was under contribution laid, 
And Nature, prompt, the requisition paid. 

The brutes were call'd, which round the forest fed, 
His sinking life to save, successive bled ; 
Their skins to sandals turn'd, his wants to meet, 
Through thorny glades to guard his wounded feet. 
Their fleeces warm the reaCiy flocks resign'd, 
A garb to make to shield him from the wind. 



94 THE TRIUMPH 

His head to crown soft fur the heaver gave, 
The storms to parry, and from cold to save ; 
The bear his skin gave up, nor farther thought ; 
His bed to make ihe foiols their feathers brought. 
Up sprung the flax, the cotton-plant arose. 
And silkworms spun to make his children clothes. 
With friendly proffer, stalking by his side, 
The horse and camel came for him to ride ; 
With nimble step convey'd him o'er the plain, 
And brought him safely to his bower again ; 
While goats and heifers, from the grassy moor, 
Brought snowy liquids to increase his store. 
Next came the hecs, delicious wealth possess'd, 
A part reserved, and gave their lord the rest. 
Balm Gilead sent, Arabia, myrrh to please, 
The mountains oil, with bounty roU'd the seas ; 
And fruit for food, such as the strong winds found 
On bearing trees, was shook upon the ground. 
Grapes pour'd him wine, nuts from the thicket fell, 
And herbs and wild corn waved along the dell. 
Before his eyes a crystal fountain burst 
From riven rock to cool his burning thirst. 
A Providence he saw, withal did hear 
The Promise great vibrating on his ear ; 
And with obedient hands an altar raised, 
Oblations offer'd, and th' Almighty praised. 

Trace well the course, behold how man appear" f 
Mid hopes receding, and emerging fears ; 
Thrown on the vsrheel that brings successive woes, 
The future dreads, but onward still he goes. 
To him consign'd — a vast and unknown prize ! — 
The world entire in one plantation lies. 



F T R U T H . 95 

But ills perplexing through the waste appear, 

Which shock his vision, or alarm his ear. 

With care he groans, destined to painful toil, 

O'er earth to sweat, and tame the treacherous soil ; 

Where weeds spontaneously arise t' invade 

The furrow'd fields, and spread their wanton shade ; 

Where Mildew hangs her smutty mantle round, 

And insect armies troop along the ground ; 

Where winds, and floods, and hail, and heat, and cold, 

Alternate reign, and fearful contests hold ; 

Where devastation disappoints design, 

And strange reverses leave the heart to pine. 

Thus, man was left his devious course to run 
In wilds of wo, beneath a various sun ; 
And his fair form, so wondrous made at first. 
Was doom'd to change to its primeval dust : 
In his own structure lurk'd the seeds of death, 
Flow'd with the crimson waves, and seal'd the breath ; 
While deadly foes were couch'd in ambuscade, 
With weapons fell, his person to invade. 
Mid baneful plants, and insalubrious fruit, 
He cuU'd his food with the sagacious brute : 
Quaked at each sound, alarm'd at every view, 
In constant dread, and instant danger too. 

His dread is death, hears from the brutes the sound 
Of dying struggles ; — sees the purpled ground ; 
Nor causeless dreads, for in each passing hour 
He stands exposed to Death's insatiate power. 
Through ways perplex'd this Elf of ruin hies. 
Conceals his march, and on the victim flies : 
Comes in the air, expatiates in light. 
Sails on the clouds, goes muffled in the night ; 



9(5 T II E T R I U M P If 

Rolls through the deep, in mineral chambers lies, 
Rides on Time's chariot, and with ages flies. 
In depths, in heights, in every land and zone, 
Alike he reigns upon his ghastly throne. 

What art thou. Death ! — why is thy power a dread ! 
No answer came, till thus the spectre said : 

Wo's Prince I am, before my lurid brow 
Proud thrones shall tremble, and all nations bow. 
The palace of the soul, the fair-liaib'd frame, 
I coffin up to sleep in marble fame. 
Life's active wheel, which at the fountain stands, 
And moves the restless blood, my sway commands. 
The silver cord I mar ; the golden bowl 
I break ; and ope the portals round the soul. 
The charm I waste of Nature's flattering die, 
And steal the lustre from the sparkling eye ; 
The voice untune, sensation paralyze. 
Hence, at my touch, each muscle dormant lies. 
Of life the breath I to the winds return, 
And send the earthly members to the urn ; 
The fluttering soul release, to fly sublime, 
Straight home across the continent of Time. 

Wrath's dreadless angel am, an unbribed foe, 
With high commission to all realms below. 
Mine is the Earth, a citadel consign'd, 
Where all my captives lie, with bars confined, 
Waiting the day of doom : I then shall fly. 
With flaming torch, and fire the winds on high ; 
The Earth dissolve, fair Nature's beauty mar. 
Discharge old Time, and stop his flying car ; 
To chaos turn creation's ample frame. 
And pile the ruins doom'd to final flame. 



O F T K U T H . 97 

High on the wreck of worlds — tremendous pyre ! — 
I'll sing the dirge of Nature's funeral fire ! 
My drama then shall end, the scene be o'er, 
I too must die, then Death shall be no more ! 

A bowing wall that trembles in the storm, 
Resembles man in his exterior form. 
More wretched far, his soul death reigns within ; 
A garden spoiled, a wilderness of sin ! 
Lo, in this waste what high-wrought ruins stand, 
Which show designs of an Omniscient Hand ! 
A temple once, with glory crown'd and bless'd, 
On whose fair walls God's image stood impress'd ; 
Now soil'd and marr'd, and swept by winds of wo, 
Where demons haunt, and weeds and nettles grow : 
A living death ! — how great the fall of mind ! 
The loill licentious, reason dull and blind, 
The mcni'ry treacherous, conceptions vain. 
The judgment weak, the passions wildly reign : 
These active agents strange commotions raise, 
Which dance and riot in Thought's giddy maze. 
Like wind-lash'd waves, man's troubled mind is press'd, 
And conscience thunders in his guilty breast ; 
By Death pursued, in error's chaos hurl'd. 
The fallen angel of the lower world ! 
Though hope he claims, his complicated wo 
Enslaves his soul, and makes a hell below. 



END OF BOOK SIXTH. 



98 THETRIUMPH 



BOOK VII. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The curse on the elements and a?iimals. 

The curse affects the Earth. — The elements at war with man. 
— Lightning, winds, hail, floods, earthquakes, are all agents 
of wo. — Invisible causes of death. — Destructive frost and 
heat. — Disordered state of the Earth's surface. — Perplexing 
growths which encumber the ground. — Objection answered. 
— Discord among the animals. — Man labours to tame them. 
— That millions of creatures have been produced since the 
fall for a curse. 



Those twinkling stars, hung in the vault of night, 
Are rolling worlds acJorn'd with life and light, 
Where busy beings dwell, with reasoning powers, 
Who talk and wonder as we do in ours : 
There all, perhaps, imparadised remain, 
In bliss primeval, far from death, and pain. 
Who see our world a star, but cannot know 
Their neighbour's sufferings on this wheel of wo. 
Mid those vast worlds our Earth indeed is small, 
But great in crime, perhaps outweighs them all ! 

As a huge mass upon the Alpine height, 
Torn from its rest, all in chaotic plight. 
With mounds of ancient snow, and glaciers deep — 
The fort of storms — turn'd on the mountain's steep, 
In headlong rush comes thundering down amain, 
And with destruction cumbers all the plain. 
So sudden was man's fal'l, so dread the blow 
That Vengeance struck ! — See, rwm, death, and wo I 



OFTRUTH. 99 

The ponderous Curse seized Nature's vital laws, 

And changed the action of each ruling cause : 

How far disorder spread, to us unknown ; 

Perhaps no world has felt it but our own. 

If other worlds no degradation know, 

Our Orb is cursed, and groans beneath her wo ! 

A sudden shock ran through her bulky frame — 

Prime order lost, and new directions came: 

Her axis changed, her inclination bent. 

Both poles compress'd, and round her orbit sent, 

In course elliptic, reeling as she roU'd, 

Deranging light and shade, and heat and cold : 

So these vicissitudes are agents here, 

Of wo and death through every changeful year. 

Defenceless man, who breathes uncertain life, 
Stands in the field of elemental strife, 
-Where strong impulses touch th' essential springs 
Of Matter's frame, and sweep her jarring strings. 
Hence all would be a wreck, by some wild cause, 
If not repulsed by counteracting laws ! 
See, wind runs headlong ; flame exerts its power ; 
Waves swell to drown ; earth opens to devour ! 
Through all Destruction sweeps with grim delight, 
While guilty mortals tremble with affright. 
No safety now remains, in the whole plan 
Of earthly things, for fallen, hapless man. 
How broad the curse ! — Go round the troubled world, 
And count the shafts by legal vengeance hurl'd ! 

Lo, angry Heat now takes terrific form. 
Sets heaven on fire, and lights the coming storm ! 
O'er the wide ocean plays with fitful turns, 
And in deep cavern'd clouds intensely burns ; 



1 00 T II E T R I u :\i r II 

On Alps of gloom it sports \vith vivid light, 
Hence Darkness, frighten'd, leaves the throne of night 
For vengeance sent, now see this agent fly 
With chains of fire arounJ the Irembiing sky ! 
To earth descends, hurls wide the bolted frame, 
Rends the strong oaks, and sets the hills on flame ; 
Sheds transient flashes through the murky air : 
Dense gloom now reigns, and now a frightful glare ; 
Its waves meet Ocean's waves, in rage conspire, 
And heaven, and earth, and sea, are roll'd in fire I 
In quick succession — while loud torrents pour — 
Sharp thunder cracks, and swells a distant roar ; 
From gulf to mountain top, from cloud to cloud, 
Reverting peals contend, and roar alcud. 
Earth to her centre quakes, tall forests nod, 
And all creation owns the voice of God. 
On man's proud head the forky ruin flies, 
The shock he feels, and the same instant dies. 

Lo, in the distance, cloudy volumes course! — 
The whirlwind comes — mark its tremendous force ! 
Instinct with flame, the sullen agent flies. 
Wheels on the ground, and mounts into the skies, 
With vengeance fraught : along its furious vein 
Destruction gallops through the peopled plain : 
Timbers and rocks within its action groan, 
In wild disorder from their beds are thrown ; 
Deep-rooted trees, like slender reeds, are twirl'd, 
And dust and ruins cloud th' encumber'd world. 
Proud domes are crush'd, roofs, buildings, shatter'd fly. 
In strange confusion through the darken'd sky. 
Swept from the ground the traveller tinds its course : 
Nothing is safe that feels its angry force ; 



OP TRUTH . 101 

No law of man it heeds : o'er fences leaps, 
And through the fields the wanton besom sweeps. 
Wide as its range, distress and waste appear. 
While sounds terrific roar upon the ear ; 
High on its wings conceal'd. Death rides in gloom, 
And man his summons hears, and finds a tomb. 

Hark ! sounds I hear, like waves on ocean's shore, 
Or cataracts which at a distance roar ! 
See there ! — -the cloud that wraps the western sky 
Is charged with hail— the birds before it fly ! 
The rough winds wake ; from north to south around, 
Dense clouds arise, and shade the gloomy ground ; 
The ocean groans, lash'd by the tyrant gale, 
Beats the rough shore, and whelms the crazy sail ; 
Deep yawn the waves, where cavern'd monsters lie. 
And foam-capp'd billows wash the troubled sky. 
The towering clouds, like castles lighted, glare, 
-Wheel'd by the winds along the sultry air ; 
To whose broad sweep, aerial space is given. 
Which bear aloft the magazines of heaven. 
Lo ! swift they come ! — now louder is the roar ! 
The terror heightens, as their contents pour ; 
Down rough cast hail, in rattling volleys fly ; 
For vengeance moulded in a frozen sky. 
Amid the crash afi[licted Flora* grieves. 
Feels her deep wounds, and shows her mangled leaves ! 
While wretched man, despoil'd of his designs, 
Sighs o'er his loss, and impiously repines. 

Now rain descends, man from the field is driven, 
Drench'd lies the earth beneath the liquid heaven. 

* Goddess of flowers. 

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102 THE TRIUMPH 

In frightful haste, down comes the noisy flow 
Of mingled streams to whehn the vales below : 
From hill and dale alike, and mountain's side, 
The torrents rush ; high rolls the turbid tide ! 
Destruction gapes where dikes and bridges stood, 
And buildings float upon the devious flood ! 
Now wider rolls, now wraps the subject plain, 
O'er fields it sweeps, and mars the ripening grain ; 
While under waves, whole towns deserted stand : 
The tyrant flood controls the hapless land ; 
With sway resistless, carries on its sweep, 
The floating ruins, to the yawning deep : 
To piles of art, to man, to brutes, one doom. 
Promiscuous buried in a watery tomb. 

With cavern'd wind, and subterranean fire. 
The Earth is plagued ; whose tremors dread inspire : 
The centre quakes, its wavy surface rolls, 
A deep, hoarse rumbling, Nature's funeral tolls. 
Strong castles tremble, spiry towers nod. 
And thousands perish by this scourge of God ! 
The sea grows restless, rolls a threatening tide. 
The earth, with thundering, bursts in chasms wide ; 
New gulfs yawn widely, floods retiring fly, 
And headlong rushing, leave their channels dry. 
Here cities sink, there nameless islands rise, 
Destruction reigns, and breathing Nature dies ! 

To vindicate the high judicial Cause, 
As ready servants Nature lends her laws. 
Phlogistic Agents, cavern'd in Earth's frame, 
Are often called to scourge the world with flame. 
The vagrant Comets seem to eye us here 
With hateful glare : they vex our atmosphere ! 



OF TRUTH. 103 

From causes obvious, dread miasms rise, 
Float in the fog, and taint the morning skies. 
In mineral kingdoms, bane is stored with care. 
Which breathes out death into the upper air ; 
Affiance forms, with certain plants and trees, 
Or roams destructive on the wafting breeze. 
So reigns the Cause before our guilty eyes, 
In earth below, and round the sultry skies. 

Now Frost descends, binds all in icy chains, 
The daring rover in his fur complains. 
Sky-bolted snow, in waves, descends amain, 
And wintry horrors triumph o'er the plain. 
From mountains bleak, the frosty night-winds blow, 
Entombing man and beast in whirling snow. 
Now night protracted glooms the frigid zone, 
And tyrant Winter holds his icy throne ; 
There hapless tribes deep degradation show, 
Have much to suffer, and but little know. 

Now heaven's bright orb hangs o'er the torrid waste. 
Heats the dry sand, and lights the dreaded blast ; 
Prone, on the earth, the traveller draws his breath, 
The only refuge from impending death. 
A raging thirst he feels, and seeks to gain 
A fountain in the waste, but seeks in vain. 
Illusions strange dance in the distant view, 
Which hope beguile, and mock the vision too ; 
As he advances, the appearance flies, 
Refraction changes, and th' illusion dies. 
Then, far beyond, up comes the scene anew. 
Where mocking rivers flow along the view ; 
The fainting wanderer eyes each rising gleam, 
But seeks, in vain, to find a cooling stream. 



104 THE TRIUMPH 

The haggard Earth, deranged by floods and stornij 
Retains but part of her primeval form : 
The verdant landscape — -smooth unbroken plain — 
Delicious fruit-trees — breezy, stormless main — 
Fresh blooming gardens — hills of evergreen, 
With crystal brooks meandering between — 
Delightful all, and all conspire to show 
The state of things before the reign of wo ; 
But turn from these, and view Earth's counterpart, 
Wild, rough, deranged, and unadorn'd by art. 
Lo, there the traveller stops, struck with surprise, 
Meets strange reverses, unknown dangers rise 1 
The pathless swamp appears ; on solid land. 
Blind chasms lie, and sickly waters stand. 
The rocky plain he eyes, the gulf's rough steep, 
The thundering cascade, and the whirlpool's sweep ; 
The ragged mountain climbs to keep his way, 
Walks in the clouds, and hears the tempest play ; 
Now o'er the morass creeps — this danger pass'd, 
The desert enters, roves the streamless waste ; 
The cavern's maze explores : there short his stay, 
For some safe region hies ; but on his way 
Th' eruptive mountain roars ; along its side 
Terrific waves of burning lava glide : 
Consuming cities, whelming plains below, 
And lighting midnight with amazing glow. 

The Rod of wo on Earth's broad surface lies. 
And hateful germes from soil degraded rise : 
Sown by the Curse, and fed by earth and air, 
Luxuriant grow, abounding every where. 
Lone, on an isle, inwall'd with mountains round, 
The Bohon Upas stands : o'er earth renowned. 



O F T R U T H . 105 

The tree of Death ! And many regions show 
Their noxious trees, though less malignant grow. 
The deadly nightshade springs ; rank, baneful vines 
Creep up the trees, some with the hedge combines ; 
Along frequented ways gay poisons grow, 
And trespass on the fields — round water's flow — 
In garden walks — lo ! in the mansion's shade, 
Some boldly stand, in gaudy robes array'd. 
There, thorns spontaneous spring, and weeds abound ; 
Here, thistles, brambles wild, perplex the ground ; 
Projecting fangs defend the fragrant rose : 
For man, each sweet conceals some subtle foes. 

All have thei" use, all things were so design'd — 
The objecture cries — good was v/iih evil join'd ; 
For medicine were some, and some for food : 
All partial evils are for general good. 

Good answers good, that, first, alone was made ; 
Hence good, it seems, requires not evil's aid. 
If good's imperfect without evil's power, 
Then Heaven's imperfect to this very hour. 
For moral evils natural evils rose : 
All useful judgments, medicine for foes. 
Sin's wages, evil — bane disease may cure — 
Th' effects of sin, the woes we here endure. 
If man were perfect, all immortal still. 
No ills would have, nor physic need for ill ; 
But, in his fallen state, 'tis wise and just 
That natural ills should come ; hence he is cursed. 

Wo has its cause — go trace it to the fall ! 
Chance does not act — there is a cause for all ! 
All discord here is justly understood, 
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The law was just ; yet love has turn'd to hate : 
Man once was happy, but his fall is great ! 
Hence, in Wo's empire, he was justly thrown 
Mid strange reverses, doom'd to toil and groan, 
Where Nature feels, in all her active laws, 
The woful change ; and obvious is the cause : 
The end is nia.rk'd, on Heaven's judicial plan. 
To mingle misery in the life of man. 

Say, does this troubled world of )natter groan 
Beneath the weighty Curse, and that alone 1 
Alike, the world that's animate, 'tis true. 
Promotes the discord, feels the misery too. 
All creatures known to man, the small and great, 
With natures made to love, have learn'd to hate ; 
A horrid wildness, strangely, in them grows. 
Fire lights their eyes, with storm their passion flows 
With weapons arm'd, if not with poison fraught, 
Prone to revenge, and ready to assault. 
The brutes are tyrants, ruin marks their way, 
The stronger rule, the weaker force t obey ; 
Nor to their province is confined thei/ strife, 
Whose wanton rage destroys each other's life ! 
But foes to man, from him they wildly stray, 
Despise dominion, and refuse t' obey. 
Ferocious act ! his majesty they dare 
Assault, and into mangled fragments tear ! 
Tremendous state indeed ! — alas ! see how 
The crown is fallen from the monarch's brow ! 

The docile kinds he labours to reclaim ; 
Imprisons first, and then attempts to tame : 
Serves, pampers, tends, protracted efforts prove, 
To gain submission, and secure their love ; 



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What though 'tis done, they oft their friends annoy, 

Turn ruthless tyrants, and themselves destroy. 

Lo", the plumed hero's of the crowing kind ! 

Man's constant tenants, for his use design'd. 

Do oft contend, and in their lordly way 

Proud duels fight to gain a bloody day. 

The pamper'd eagle curbs his claws and might, 

Some, due restraint forbids his distant flight ; 

Like one in exile, sits in gloomy mood. 

Nor heeds the hand that brings his daily food. 

More deeply learn'd, the fretful parrot gay 

Contented sits, and mimicks what you say, 

Repeats your prayers, or sings her ditty o'er, 

A prattler harmless, waiting at your door. 

So spiteful monkeys cringe to kindly care, 

They show much cunning, and quite docile are ; 

But all their friendship finds a narrow sphere : 

Arc pleased for favours, and obey through fear. 

The lion's wildness, and the tiger''s claws. 

Reluctant yield to man's imperial laws ; 

He bars them closely, to their wants attends, 

His captives are, but not his willing friends. 

The bulky elephant, though great in might, 

Yields more to rule, in service takes delight ; 

His instinct copies reason's plainest laws, 

And marks an insult on the proper cause. 

The boast of man, the horse that proudly feels, 

Requites his owner with his iron heels ; 

Or madly leaping, down the gulf is thrown. 

Destroys his master's life, and ends his own. 

The sullen hull tears up the yielding ground, 

Roars in his fury, throws the dust around, 



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Nor life regards, nor heeds his master's cries, 
But headlong plunges, and the sufferer dies. 
The playful dog — the veriest friend of all — 
Risks his own life t' obey his master's call ; 
His walks by day attends, his treasure keeps, 
And guards the mansion while he soundly sleeps — 
Ferocious grows, in wildness strange he flies. 
Destroys his master, and with madness dies. 
For kindly acts should man on brutes depend, 
A foe may find in one he thought a friend. 

All creatures made at first were harmless, kind, 
But millions now we see a curse design'd ! 
When first creation felt the avenging rod, 
Sway'd by the hand of the creative God, 
The elements all teem'd with life anew, 
Which eye could scan, or microscope could view : 
In armies swarm'd, through earth, and air, and flood, 
A living curse, that proves a living God : 
Nor think it strange that the creative Cause, 
Should be employ'd to vindicate his laws : 
Plis laws were just — his judgments understand, 
And mark the movements of his awful hand ! 

I will create, He said, for Israel's guide and light, 
A cloud of smoke by day, a flame by night. 
The evil I create, thick darkness too ; 
I form the light : These things th' Egyptians knew ! 
As judgments just, the cause of Truth to aid. 
All natural evils we have sung were made. 
See impious Herod proudly boasts aloud. 
While vengeance stands conceal'd within a cloud ; 
The Angel smites : worms swarm upon his frame, 
Created there to blast his bloated fame ! — 



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See Moses' rod in Pharaoh's hostile land, 
Strange things effects by the Almighty's hand ! 
The rod descends — frogs^ locusts, lice, andjliesy 
In swarms appear, in new creations rise ! 
Round Israel's camp see strange wing'd serpents fly, 
And with envenom'd wounds the faithless die. 
The cause a miracle, the cure the same, 
A God Almighty both alike proclaim. 

Where this ill chain begins no one pretends 
To know, nor where in wide creation ends ; 
But foes to man in living forms abound 
On earth, in air, and through the vast profound. 
See the huge monsters of the briny deep 
Plough the rough surge, or on the billows sleep ! 
While hungry sharks and crocodiles by day 
Lurk round the peopled shores in quest of prey. 
See, hateful serpents o'er the world are spread, 
The foes of man, and man's eternal dread ! 
Stretch'd on the cliffs, or coil'd upon the trees, 
Housed in the earth, or wreathing on the seas, 
With venom arm'd : where'er the traveller goes. 
He meets the menace of these hissing foes. 
Now throngs of worms devour the vernal leaves, 
Riot in fields, or camp upon the trees ; 
No weapon drives them, nor stern orders awe, 
They trespass boldly, and defy the law. 
Along their march the verdant foliage flies, 
The fruit-trees languish, and the forest dies. 

High on the winds, like clouds that show no end, 
The locusts sail — now on the earth descend ! 
The growth of spring devour, and autumn's store, 
While man is left to want, despoil'd and poor, 
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Mark how the insect tribes, housed in tiie grass* 
Fly from the sounding foot as travellers pass ; 
While worms beneath, in earth's commodious hive, 
Extend their kingdoms, and on plunder thrive ; 
Feed on the germins of the tender grain, 
Which fades and dies upon the scorching plain. 
See the horncfs castle, and the wasp's mud-cell, 
In monarchies these volant nations dwell ; 
With poison'd darts their citadels defend, 
And on your head with javelins swift descend ! 
The subtle spider tribes o'er earth are known, 
From the dark cellar to th' imperial throne ; 
Where'er you stay, where'er you go, you meet 
Their hateful fabrics, and their strolling feet : 
The palace, temple, field, grove, grot, and cell, 
Straight into all intrude, and there they dwell. 
Man's fierce tormentors, see, vast swarms of flies ! 
Late at their labour, early to it rise ; 
Gnats and moschetocs sharper tubes employ, 
E.xtract his blood, and all his rest annoy. 
His house some haunt, his bed some creep within, 
Some nest his hair, some burrow in his skin ; 
Some swim his blood, call'd cancers when they feed, 
And worms and rcptihs in his stomach breed ; 
While unseen millions, harbingers of death, 
Lurk in his food, and sport along his breath. 

Oh sinful Sin ! — what discord thou hast spread !■ 
What misery brought ! — what loathsome vermin bred 
Wide o'er the earth thy curse eflective goes, 
And makes for guilty man a world of foes. 

END OF THE SEVENTH BOOK. 



OF TRUTH. Ill 



BOOK VIII. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Man's Depravity and Mortality. 

The weakness of man in infancy. — Reason and Instinct com- 
pared. — Man is born dependent and dies poor. — Depravity 
is inherited. — Sinful acts and errors spring from the heart. 
— The infidel addressed. — What would be if moral evil vi^ere 
destroyed. — The world filled with bloody tragedies. — The 
mortality of mankind considered. — Misery here not pre- 
vented by God's government. — The saints will lose nothing 
by death. — The conclusion. 



O BEAUTEOUS Evs ! like thy soft, fragile form, 
Too fine, too frail to stand the beating storm, 
Thy daughters are : though housed with tender care, 
Like waxen figures, from the fretting air. 
Yet doom'd to suffer — who can tell their woes 1 
What reason teaches their experience knows. 
Oh Mother of man ! on thee the curse was told, 
And from thyself on all thy daughters roll'd. 
Eve's estate was wo ; Adam's, toil and death, 
Which all inherit when they first draw breath ; 
Thrown into life with natures weak and vile, 
Doom'd long to weep, but short the time to smile. 
The breath man first inhales returns with wo ; 
To misery born, his early sufferings show. 
How poor, how weak, th' unconscious infant lies ! 
A breathing clod that vents instinctive sighs : 
More feebly born than unfledged birds of air. 
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The day they breathe, fheir dams they seem to know, 

Skip round and play, or follow where they go, 

Or stay where placed ; their signals understand, 

From danger fly, and come at their command. 

Yes, birds and grovelling brutes their cunning show ; 

When young, are cleanly, though untaught they know. 

But fallen man, devoid of all these charms. 

Lies stupid, staring, in his nurser's arms ; 

His limbs too weak his strengthless frame to bear, 

Nor knows the hand that gives the needful care. 

Below the brute man creeps — how great the fall ! 

Poor child of reason, and weak lord of all ! 

By night and day he needs a nursing arm : 

A sickly, drivelling, restless, peevish worm ! 

Primeval vigour, where ] — Where Wisdom's ciown, 

His Maker's image, and his high renown 1 

Revoked by Heaven — to wretchedness an heir, 

Which wakens pity, and demands our care ! 

See, Instinct prompt her course unerring keeps. 
While tardy Reason in his chamber sleeps. 
The plants the brute perceives for food designed, 
Selects the wholesome, leaves the noxious kind ; 
Nor boastful science needs, nor nostrums sure. 
The herb he crops, that gives the needful cure. 
But the unconscious child mouths all at hand, 
Poison, or knife, or worms, or food or sand : 
No difference sees, nor obvious danger knows, 
While his weak reason lingers in repose. 

From north to south the birds of passage sail, 
Without a chart or compass in the gale. 
Though drifting clouds obscure the stars and sun, 
And fogs deceptive on the mountains run ; 



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'Tis naught to them, a certain course they steer, 
Without confusion or perplexing fear ; 
While men of skill, with instruments to guide, 
Are oft bewilder'd on the stormy tide. 

The bees untaught construct their fabric well ; 
No clumsy artisan in all the cell ; 
Their work at first as perfect all appears, 
As the last labour of their busy years. 
No draughts have they, but an unerring clew, 
Which leads them on, and tells them what to do. 
All build alike, alike all seem to will. 
Form hexagons : — what geometric skill ! 
With sense sagacious seek the dulcet dew ; 
From day to day their pleasing toil renew ; 
The luscious wealth they store with ready care : 
So for the winter Instinct bids prepare. 

Behold I the Beavers, without rule or line. 
Strong dams construct, with seeming deep design, 
To raise a flood o'er some selected land, 
Within whose midst their village is to stand. 
Now in the pond their conic huts appear, 
Whose separate cells hold separate interest there. 
Retreats they form, as oft attacks require, 
In cavern'd banks, where they can straight retire. 
So true is instinct, teaches reason skill : 
Man knows much less, with all his power to will, 
Till he can climb the lofty scale of art, 
Then reasoyi prompt will act a noble part. 

See different birds, their independence see ! 
All have their modes, but no two modes agree ; 
Alike perfection in each kind discern. 
They copy nothing, and they nothing learn. 
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114 THE TRIUMPH 

Some, deep in wood their hidden nurseries plough, 
While others hang them on the rocking bough ; 
Some build in grass, some arch the yielding sand, 
Some choose the mountain, some the shelly strand. 
All seem to care, and for their own provide : 
Their law is Nature — Nature is their guide. 

Through the Ants' metropolis see thousands flow, 
Pass and repass, still no confusion know : 
Each understands his part, his work, his way. 
Incessant trudging through the busy day. 
Each bears a part t' increase the common store : 
Their wants are little, and they seek no more. 
By wisdom ruled, have policy, not pride. 
They love their own, and for their own provide. 
Instruction none, nor rules of art they need, 
In Nature's course without design proceed. 

The world of animals thus perfect are, 
No knowledge lack, nor providence nor care ; 
But fallen man, with all his broad desires, 
Can claim no knowledge but what he acquires — 
The art to build — the useful art to heal — 
His robes to weave — the stubborn ground to till — 
To guide the bark, the watery world t' explore, 
With all the boast of scientific lore — 
All must be learn'd, the skill, the practice too, 
In slow gradation rise by Reason's clew. 

Yes, Adam died, and left his children poor. 
Dependant all on Nature's ample store ; 
Who bounteous stands, awake to every call, 
Cares for each sufferer, and imparts to all : 
She Jends us clothes adapted to each zone — 
What servile paupers, wearing not our own ! 



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But, still, the heirs of pride the vulgar shun, 

In fashion's rage their splendid circles run : 

Admired by others, they themselves admire, 

For blazing gems and elegant attire. 

But all these trappings, boasted into fame, 

Are borrow'd badges of inglorious shame. 

Those woolly vestments first by brutes were worn, 

We take them next, and wear them in oui turn ; 

That fur once clothed the ermines of the wood, 

Or beavers clothed, or seals of southern flood ; 

Your golden chains were borrow'd from the ore, 

And gems resplendent glow'd in earth before. 

Her clumsy shell the tortoise laid aside — 

The fair one claims it to display her pride. 



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Her old, worn plumes the ostrich cast 
Which are reJeem'd t' adorn and please the gay ; 
The silkworm's ball, that forms the genial nest, 
Art has purloin'd, and into fabrics press'd, 
T' enrobe the pride of earth, the fairer clay : 
iJefined in taste, yet certain of decay. 
Straw, grass, palmetto, cotton, hemp, and flax. 
For man's convenience bear a heavy tax ; 
Cologne to blandish, paint the eye to cheat, 
And rich perfume to give th' enchanting sweet. 
Art takes from Nature all she can provide, 
Part for our comfort goes, but more for pride : 
What splendid poverty ! how poor ! how gay ! 
Clothed with the refuse Nature throws away ! 

Our wants to meet, all things are lent for use : 
To foster pride is trespass and abuse. 
Earth's not our home, then let this be our song, 
We need but little, nor shall need it long. 



116 THE TRIUMPH 

When hence we go, though crown'd, enrich'd, and gay, 

We nothing brought, can nothing bear away : 

So man dies poor, poor as when first drew breath : 

He borrows all, and all returns at death. 

Oh, hateful Pride ! how impious is thy art ! 

What can we claim except a sordid heart 1 

The lands and floods, by boastful tenants held, 

With all the pomp that glitters round the world ; 

The herds that graze upon ten thousand hills, 

Goods, treasures, wafted on the ocean's swells, 

Seas with golden sands, mountains ribb'd with ores, 

And all the diamonds on Brazilian shores — 

All, all belong to God, no transfer given, 

We are but stewards of the wealth of Heaven ! 

Then boast no more, but own thyself, O Man ! 

A pensioner forlorn, thy life a span. 

Our moral state with Adam's, next compare : 
Alike condition'd, all his offspring are. 
From one degenerate root all nations came, 
Hence all depraved, in nature all the same. 
No fountain fresh discharges saline streams. 
Nor orb opaque emits refulgent beams ; 
Nor baneful tree salubrious fruit can bear : 
Nature is law in spite of every care. 
It's not by chance, nor by establish'd use. 
But every cause its likeness must produce. 
Hence moral death its proper channel runs 
From prior fathers to succeeding sons ; 
And, like our shadow, keeps an even pace 
Through every age, throughout the human race. 

As fabrics pure, sent to the sable dyer, 
Return all changed, yet every thread entire ; 



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But weaken'd much by the destructive hue, 
Their whiteness lost, and former beauty too. 
So human nature shows, in every part, 
Deep, moral stains pervading all the heart : 
The powers remain, all subject to our call, 
But lapsed and weaken'd by the general fall. 
Condition'd thus, man is an heir of ill : 
Born innocent, but all unholy still : 
Born without guilt, but prone to ill and wild : 
The germes of sin are bred in every child. 
This legacy, which falls to all in time, 
Is a misfortune great, but not a crime ; 
The atonement that annuls, so as by fire, 
For all who do in infancy expire. 

No guilt we feel till good and ill we know : 
Guilt comes by acts, acts from volition flow. 
And wo from guilt : so runs the moral chain, 
With links unbroken, till it ends in pain. 
With headlong speed, by inborn sin beguiled. 
Like mountain pards, by nature man runs wild ; 
XJnawed by Heaven, o'er law's high barrier leaps, 
And on the crumbling verge of ruin sleeps. 
By moral ill thus mortals devious tend, 
As by attraction bodies swift descend : 
Yes, all by nature choose one common road. 
Rush into wrong, and slight th' inviting good ; 
To good, by nature none are here inclined ; 
Absorbing evil triumphs o'er the mind. 

As plants, by nature wild, on kindly mould, 
Produce, of worthless seeds, a thousand fold, 
And multiply, as years successive run, 
In. the same ratio that they first begun ; 



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So moral ill in carnal nature's soil, 
Prolific spreads, without conducive toil ; 
Quick in its growth, and never fails to yield 
A thousand fold, o'er, all the wretched field. 
Example strengthens, habit gives it root, 
Hence turgid branches load each active shoot ; 
Confirm'd by age, its fangs more deeply run, 
As trees grow stronger by long years of sun. 

This doctrine stands confess'd, and holds a place 
In the dark history of the human race. 
Sin, like the deluge, from its sources hurl'd 
Corrupt effusions o'er the peopled world. 
The stream how strong ! and how amazing wide, 
That bore the ages on its sweeping tide ! 
Down roll'd the world into a pagan night, 
Which whelm'd the nations, duU'd their mental sight : 
To them God was unknown, who gave the day, 
In whom they lived, whom they were taught t' obey. 
Their object pleasure, pleasure was their god, 
With Death in league ; they fear'd no vengeful rod ; 
Fair reason they debased with hateful crime, 
And sported dreadless on the brink of time. 
Essays were lost, those vagrants to reform. 
Whose hearts were marble, and their passions storm ; 
The truth they scorn'd, a Providence denied, 
The world abused, and Deity defied ; 
And restless were as empty winds that roar, 
Or raging waves that dash the rocky shore. 

As in a vortex restless billows flow 
With measured turns to reach the gulf below ; 
In rapid whirl, concentric in their course, 
Cut shorter circles as they gather force ;. 



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Till from the view they take a sudden leap, 
And headlong plunge into th' unsounded deep ; 
With lives forlorn, and wrecks upon them borne, 
To some dark region never to return. 
So moral evil — view it as you can — 
Seems like a vortex in the heart of man : 
In thought begins to move — next sweeps along 
In fierce desires, urged by a current strong : 
As passions wake, example lends them force, 
And blind presumption finds the devious course ; 
At every step impulses new are given ; 
In Error's sweep the giddy mind is driven. 
From plans conceived he hurries on to deeds — 
And, from small crimes to greater ones proceeds ; 
Now bolder grows — diverging still from fame, 
Till wanton acts declare the monster's shame ! 
At length, through riot falls in his own gore. 
The darkness enters, and is seen no more ! 
Say, what's the faithless world, that hangs on breath, 
But a mere vortex round the gate of death 1 
There mortals run on Dissipation's steep ! — 
Now pause with dread, now take a wider sweep ; 
Allured by show, now charm'd by empty sound ; 
Now fame invites them to the battle ground ; 
In sports loud laugh, now fiU'd with vengeful ire ; 
For pleasure next, now gold and wealth desire ; 
Stanch friends one hour, the next are deadly foes ; 
In savage feats their blood commingling flows ; 
In transport now, now wailing every breath ; 
Now tired of life, and now retreat from death. 
Tremendous rush ! the world presents to view, 
A chaos, Bedlam, and a vortex too. 



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Look deeper still, some arts deceptive try 
The wrong to hide, and cheat the public eye ; 
Their crimes excuse whene'er they come to view. 
Good motives plead, avow their hearts are true ; 
Glad no one knows the turpitude they feel : 
What would detract they studiously conceal, 
Or with chaotic cant — not understood — 
Gall good an evil here, and evil good ; 
Put light for darkness, darkness dense for light, 
And sweet for bitter too, and wrong for right : 
Perversion all, forced management that drowns 
Plain common sense, in contradict'ry sounds ; 
The point to ward that gives the conscious smart, 
And guard the censure from the treacherous heart. 
Philosophy they laud, that darkly burns. 
That vice a virtue makes, by magic turns ; 
To cap the climax, ape a saintly face, 
And play off tricks by counterfeiting grace. 

In sober thought man is acknowledged vile, 
But when 'tis spoken oft provokes a smile. 
'Tis thought indecorous, a flat disgrace, 
The truth to speak against our noble race ; 
May tell the good, but not the evil show : 
The fairer side is all they wish to know ; 
May sound their fame, show how their virtues play. 
And robe the wretches in the beams of day. 
Because it wounds the heart, awakes despair, 
Their sins to see, to know how vile they are. 
But Truth must speak, and in full vision show 
The plague of sin : man's moral state below. 
Come, take the keys which inspiration holds. 
And ope the cavern'd heart, search all its folds ; 



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Nor leave unseen the dark, productive source 

Of hidden ill ; trace every winding course 

Of moral death, that hates the fraudless light 

Of truth, and seeks the shades of double night. 

The heart conceals a fountain deep and wide, 

Whose ebullition pours a wanton tide, 

That breaks through law with a destructive force. 

And thus in various channels takes its course : 

Murder, deceit, revenge, sedition, pride. 

Adultery, envy, discord, fratricide. 

Gaming, duelling, stealing, idleness, 

Brawling, lying, hypocrisy, excess, 

Slander, oppression, fraud, idolatry, 

Blasphemy, trespass, anger, luxury, 

Revelling, drunkenness, emulation, 

Unbelief, covetousness, fornication. 

Rebellion, robbery, fighting, perjury, 

Raillery, hatred, strife, and forgery : [tell! 

Hard, black, rough names: what hard, black deeds they 

Such words must form the poetry of hell ! 

Oh, hateful Sin ! how sinful is thy art ! 

Deraonian passions rule the human heart ! 

Hence laws are heard to thunder penal woes. 

To quell the rage and awe refractory foes ; 

Hence high tribunals sit ; hence comes the doom, 

The frightful gallows and inglorious tomb ; 

Hence dreary prisons rise and castles strong, 

To hive the wretches and suppress the wrong. 

Lo, from the heart obscuring errors rise, 
Like clouds of smoke that blot the summer skies ; 
From breath to breath these lurid thoughts are blown 
Around the world ; base things are quickly sown ; 
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Strange forms receive, like empty clouds of heaven. 
That mingling fly, by winds diversely driven. 
Distinct now rise, now forms commix'd receive, 
Though ever changing, changing minds believe. 
The vile, by seeming instinct, truth despise. 
See light in darkness, and confide in lies. 
Error and vice alternate act as cause. 
High Heaven insult and rush o'er human laws. 

Presumptuous wretch ! wouldst thou in wanton rage 
Tear oflf man's bonds, unlock the monster's cage, 
The jails destroy, abolish Justice' cause, 
Dethrone the rulers, null the civil laws ; 
The Bible burn, with every work sublime 
Of sacred truth, erase all holy time ; 
Truth's heralds silence, doom the sainted train 
The world to leave, the sound of prayer restrain ; 
The thought of judgment quell, annul all fear. 
The passions wild release, the conscience sear, 
And send him out to run a lawless course. 
From wrong to wrong, without restraining force ! 
Tremendous wor'tc ! which strikes with dread the mind 
That fears Almighty God and loves mankind ! 
If true religion and the laws were hurl'd 
From Earth, and Atheism ruled the world. 
The world would be a hell, a horrid den 
Of savage prowlers and of brutish men. 
Yes, lawless man takes more delight in blood. 
Than condors fierce, or tigers of the wood. 
A monster vile he is, in whom we view 
The image of the beast, and devil too : 
Pride, lust, revenge, and sensual desires, 
Control his heart and kindle hellish fires. 



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The human race but from one blood arose, 
Hence all, by birth, are friends — not hateful foes ! 
Though doom'd to spread as one great vine extends : 
The change of places never changes friends. 
If sin were not, dissentions would not be, 
But love would reign, and constant harmony. 
Then man for man would feel, nor stand alone. 
His neighbour's wants in turn would make his own ; 
Urged by the impulse of affection true, 
As self he loved would love his neighbour too. 
From soul to soul benevolence would flow, 
Receiving freely, freely would bestow ; 
United hand to hand, and heart to heart, 
In social bliss, without dissembling art ; 
Rejoice at others' joy, feel others' wo, 
All friends alike without a meddling foe. 
So round the world one chain of love would run 
From soul to soul, to where it first begun. 

Were the whole world combined in such a state. 
No treacherous heart could be, nor eye of hate 
With malice fired ; nor bosom fraught with pride, 
Provoking scorn, nor hand with murder dyed ; 
No mantled fraud would be, nor faithless tongue 
In slander dipp'd ; nor tender feelings wrung 
By hard oppression's power ; nor starving poor 
With wants unanswer'd at the palace door ; 
Nor doubtful claims perplex'd with cumbrous laws, 
Nor pompous courts to try a culprit's cause ; 
No scourge would need, nor execution grounds, 
Nor castle gates ; nor thrilling martial sounds 
To call a battle on ; nor armies proud 
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124 THE TRIUMPH 

The ocean's waves ; nor bulwarks on the shore, 
With waving flags ; nor cannon's deafening roar 
To sound a conquest or repulse a foe : 
The nations' glory and the pride of show. 
Alas ! our world has not its semblance here, 
But what it should be let it still appear. 

When Abel fell, th' unconscious dust was stain'J 
With crimson crime ; Death his first subject gain'd ; 
Then earth began to cover human blood, 
And cry for vengeance to th' avenging God. 
Down rush'd the discord which so early rose : 
The fathers taught the children to be foes ! 
Hence war and carnage have kept even pace 
With every age throughout the human race. 

The world around, lo, what a state of things 
Appears I Aloud through time commotion rings ! 
The trembling Stage of universal Life 
Is thronged : the Tragedy eternal strife ! 
The rage of mortals see ! their savage play 
Turns darkness darker, and offends the day. 
Pride rules the world ; benevolence has fled 
From thrones of Earth ; creation quakes with dread ! 
Wo, blood, and discord haunt this wretched ball : 
AH things at war with man, and man with all, 
And man with man at war : sad change to prove, 
How unlike Eden, and th' abodes above ! 
Hark ! Misery groans — what sounds in angels' ears ! 
O Heaven ! astonish'd stand ! O Earth ! awake to tears 

The world we call a stage, in clouds it swings — r 
The tragedy review : the acts of kings. 
Popes, emperors, powers, and lords rcnown'd. 
Their pride to feast the Earth with blood have drown'd : 



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Through rolling ages lies the scene ; their road 
With carnage, death, and devastation strow'd ! 

As Nimrod fierce, who roused the Fiend of war 
In orient realms, and hunted men from far, 
So Hannibal the famed from Carthage hies, 
With kindled fury flashing in his eyes. 
Along the Alpine steeps his thundering force 
He leads, exulting in his bloody course : 
With savage glee he feasts his sordid eyes, 
Where distant Italy in prospect lies. 
For murder bent, he winds the steepy way, 
Like a fierce mountain pard to seize his prey. 
Unnumber'd lives in purple torrents flow, 
And plundering armies cloud the plains below ; 
The hapless sufferers yield, o'erwhclm'd by force, 
Destined to see destruction take its course. 
Where peace and plenty reign'd dark ruin lies, 
And burning cities light the gloomy skies. 

Now turn and view the wonder of the age : 
The daring Xerxes mounts the bloody stage ! 
Arm'd millions proudly leads — how vast the train ! 
Seven nights and days are passing o'er the main. 
To mountains he gives law, that bar his road, 
And in his rage attempts to chain the flood ! 
O'er Grecian plains the wanton armies pour, 
And lave the burning sands with reeking gore. 
In ruin's march expiring millions tell 
The fate of war, and how the conquer'd fell. 

Lo, Alexander comes ! — all Asia reels, 
Dark ruin thunders at his chariot wheels ; 
For conquest fired, war kindles in his eyes, 
From realm to realm his bloody falchion flies. 
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126 T H E T R I r M P H 

The nations quake before ambition's ire, 
Proud cities flame, and host on host expire ! 
Where art and wealth once smiled a wide waste lies, 
And through the wreck the sad hyena cries. 

How Salem weeps ! — her murders and her woes 
Who now can tell 1 The tongueless zephyr blows 
O'er her dark vale, where murmuring Kidron runs, 
That bore the blood of her unhappy sons. 
How oft has war convulsed the mountains round, 
And drench'd with crimson streams her holy ground ! 
Thousands on thousands lie beneath the tread 
Of passing feet, who in fierce battle bled. 

See, Rome upon her hills ! she long has stood 
Th' abode of tyrants far renown'd for blood. 
On thousands in a day her triumphs fed, 
Her pride to show : the sun turn'd pale and fled ! 
Nor captives fell alone — oh, impious sway ! 
The Christian's blood was doom'd to drench the clay : 
There myriads were destroy'd ; in gurgling rills 
Their suppliant blood roU'd down the furrow'd hills. 
The countless stars that gild th' ethereal plain 
May tell the number Rome herself has slain. 
See how her crusade wars woke vengeful foes : 
'Gainst heathen powers fierce heathen passions rose ! 
Deluded thousands rush'd through seas of blood. 
Plundering, butchering — so they fought for God ! 
Dread desolation gallop'd with their sway, 
And fill'd the realms with death along the way ; 
While round her Inquisition fierce flames glow'd, 
Dark prisons yawn'd, and blood in rivers flowed ; 
Tremendous work ! it made creation groan, 
And sent a thrilling shock from throne to throne ! 



OF TRUTH, 127 

The curse oi bigotry, with all its shame, 

Let tortured millions by their woes proclaim ! 

See faithless France amid commotion's roar ! 
Bloodthirsty traitors rule her hapless shore ; 
Her laws contemn, for liberty they cry, 
Audacious Atheists turn, and God defy ! 
Around her splendid throne, where peace once stood, 
The wheels of revolution roll in blood ! 

Now Russia weeps — Behold her bleeding veins ! 
Her gasping sons lie strew'd along the plains 
To feast a monarch's pride, who gallops round 
O'er dying and the dead that pile the ground ; 
Winds waft their groans — oh, what a field of fame ' 
Blood, rapine, death, and Moscow wrapp'd in flame ! 

Our happy land, renown'd for freedom, knows 
The doom of war ; she has rapacious foes. 
Hark ! from the forest comes the hideous yell 
Of monsters painted, fired wiih passions fell ; 
For murder bent they rush from depths of wood. 
To torture, plunder, and to feast on blood ! 

This is the state of man : commotions swell 
Around the world ! O Peace ! where dost thou dwell \ 
Ambition, Avarice, Superstition, all. 
Like restless elves, sport round this gloomy ball. 
Rapine, revenge, lust, tyranny, and pride, 
Roll o'er the world a sanguinary tide. 
The nations quake, and in the storm are toss'd, 
Empire against empire, host against host! 
In dread succession revolutions sweep 
O'er revolutions, wave-like, on the deep. 
What waste of life on land ! and lo, afar, 
See Ocean redden'd by the scourge of war ! 



128 THETRIUMfM 

There in the rush, the menial horse is pressM, 

The battle braves, and suffers with the rest ! 

See treasure wasted, too, to aid the plan 

Of hateful war, for man to murder man ! 

Hence down the vale of Time descends a flood — 

O horrid sight ! a sea of kindred blood 

From human veins ! which beat in hearts of foes ; 

But cools in friendship as it mingling flows. 

From blood and rapine heroes reap their fame : 

The greate'^t carnage swells the greatest name. 

Pride's altar base the brutal passions feed, 

And laughing Glory thrives where thousands bleed. 

Proud armies wheeling on the trampled plain 
With flashing arms — the thrilling martial strain — 
The array of cavalry — the loud acclaim- 
Cannon roaring— clouds of smoke and flame- 
Navies o'erwhelm'd upon th' embattled flood — 
Cities on fire, and fields imbrued with blood, 
From Earth's dread drama, her climax of strife, 
The sport of princes and the pride of life. 

Lo, late the Muse has her sad theme pursued, 
And man's vile heart with painful care review'd ; 
Seen, from that source wild deeds of darkness rise. 
And tragic scenes of war that wake surprise ; 
But these she leaves, and next proceeds to show 
Man's doom to death, and consequential wo. 

How Earth is changed ! Death holds dominion here, 
And his dread sway makes kings and kingdoms fear ! 
He enters boldly, shows his ancient claim 
On human forms. Nor can we Justice blame, 
"Who married Death to Sin, which angels saw 
Amid the thunder of the broken law : 



O F T R U T II . 1 29 

Of dusi thou art — the Judge Almighty spoke — 

To dust thou shalt return : then Life's chain broke, 

And man begun to die ! — Life fought with Death : 

Unequal contest o'er a puff of breath. 

So Life was foil'd, Death seized his legal prey, 

And straight immured him in the cavern'd clay. 

Death makes sin public, shows the curse of Heaven : 

A mouldering impress to our nature given. 

Our ills, like threads, are woven in our make : 

We mortal grow when vv^e our members take ; 

Through all life's rising scale declining are, 

We show our sentence in the life we bear. 

No refuge stands, nor charm, nor Eden ground ; 

Where life is sought a grave is often found ; 

Hope meets despair, and pleasures but annoy, 

The means design'd to save do oft destroy. 

The breath we breathe imparts a secret bane ; 

By elements of life, life oft is slain. 

Death seems afar while in our youthful bloom, 

But still is near us waiting at the tomb. 

For rich and poor alike, for old and young. 
The grave is open'd and the dirge is sung. 
One sweeping fate — whate'er our fortunes are — 
Will to one level bring, as equals there. 
Alas ! alas ! from death we cannot fly. 
The doom is changeless, and the period nigh ! 

Go, count the graves that lie beyond the flood, 
Where empires rose and swarming cities stood ! 
Search the wide ocean, note the numbers there 
Of human forms committed to its care ! 
Awake the desert sands to tell the slain 
That have been buried on the burning plain ! 



130 THE TRIUMPH 

In savage haunts note every stoneless tomb 
Sequester'd there, imbower'd with leafy gloom ! 
Go through the crowded realms and cities wide, 
Recount the sculptured monuments of pride ! 
Unlock the catacombs, Death's chambers deep, 
To know the generations there asleep ! 
Ask the rude earthquakes — let volcanoes tell 
The thousands cavern'd where their ruins fell ! 
Invoke the battle-grounds to give the slain 
Whose life was pour'd upon the thirsty plain ! 
Ask walking plagues that desolate the world, 
The millions to the gulf promiscuous hurl'd ! 
Th' amount how vast ! amazing is the thought ! 
What desolations Death and Time have wrought ! 
Know then our globe, with all its wealth and show, 
Is one broad cavern fiU'd with dead below ! 
Think where you stand, and ever thoughful tread. 
Beneath your sporting feet there sleep the dead ! 
Then turn and see how oft Death's arrows fly ! 
Ten, five times tola, in one short minute die. 
How full the register the angel keeps 
In lime, who guards Death's gate, and never sleeps ! 
But notes the moving crowd that onward pour 
In swift succession to th' eternal shore. 
Appalling sight ! the generations pass 
Like morning clouds, and wither like the grass ! 
The world is rolling, minutes swiftly run, 
The curtain falls — the tragedy is done ! 

Behold our World, launch'd on the liquid skies, 
Like a huge ship, o'er waves of ether flies ! 
Than cannon's volant ball with swifter force. 
Yet never varies from her destined course : 



OF TRUTH . 131 

Five hundred million miles each year is driven 
Around the starry Continent of heaven. 
Along the voyage, to thought and vision rise 
The upper, nether, and surrounding skies ; 
With streamers fiery, comets loom in sight, 
And passing orbs salute with beams of light. 
This charter'd ship, the World, is richly stored, 
Eight hundred million passengers on board ; 
Th' eternal clime, design'd to colonize, 
The realm oi shades, beyond the solar skies. 
Whence orders promptly come, and all obey : — 
There seventy thousand land on every day ! 
Mid hopes and fears are toss'd, oppress'd with wo, 
Nor is their summons known until they go. 
So poor wayfarers never are at ease 
While rolling on Time's dark and stormy seas. 

Regaled by showers, aroused by vernal skies, 
The garden blossoms and the shoots arise ; 
The fragile vines climb toward th' alluring sun, 
Embrace the tall trees, and supported run ; 
Sweet flowerets gay their varied leaves disclose, 
The snow-white lily and the blushing rose. 
High waves the flowery shrub, below is seen 
The violet meek and creeping evergreen. 
There native beauties in profusion rise, 
To please the fancy and enchant the eyes. 
There the lone humbird spends his jocund hours, 
Extracting pleasure from these fragrant flowers. 
So blooms the garden of the human race 
With beauty, charms, skill, elegance, and grace ; 
The youthful growths, whose passions gayly run, 
Exult and flourish in life's vernal sun ; 



132 T II E T R I U M I^ li 

Their object pleasure, their ambition show : 
Too gay to reason, and too proud to know ; 
To please, be pleased — t' admire, to be admired, 
And dress and paint — of flowers no more required ! 
They live like flowers, whose care is all outside, 
Dance round in sunbeams, and exhibit pride ; 
Live useless lives, like vegetation grow, 
Nor more desire, nor else they seek to know. 
Oh ! must this Garden, amorous and gay, 
In one fleet season languish and decay 1 
These blooms all wither, these pert charmers fade, 
And on their glory fall a wintry shade 1 
Yes, perish all ! — the soul's clay house is frail. 
Like transient grass, or blooms that deck the vale ; 
Some hidden worm amid life's tendrils lies, 
And wantons there till conqaer'd nature dies. 
The fairest form, endow'd by costly art, 
Gay goddess of the throng, with bounding heart, 
Cannot escape : h'er days all number'd are, 
And gloomy Ruin spreads the hidden snare. 
Like the brisk bee, the swain selects this Flower, 
Derives sweet pleasure from each social hour ; 
Th' enraptured eye on its dear object rolls, 
Whose flashes talk the dialect of souls. 
On friendship's theme intrudes no distant care, 
Their hearts commingle and their thoughts compare 
Presage no danger, no misfortune feel, 
But all elated with their future weal ; 
Yet, ere their joys to consummation rise, 
Death contravenes, and their gay prospect dies. 
So wo succeeds to joy, and brings each day 
The mournful sigh — the hearse in black array — 



OF TRUTH. 133 

The sable weed — the sexton with his spade — 
The yawning grave — the knell, and cypress shade ! 
Death's darts triumphant through all ranks are hurl'd, 
He sweeps whole empires, and demands a world. 

Our life is death begun : disorders tear 
This mortal frame ; the heart is crush'd with care. 
Our rest is transient, woes successive rise 
Like murky clouds, and whelm us with surprise ; 
P'or safety anxious, pleasures wish to know, 
Yet all uncertain seems but death and wo. 
See how ills change, new maladies appear. 
All climates suit, and travel round the year ! 
Where'er abodes we choose — the mountain cool — 
The sultry valley — near the mineral pool — 
On endless summer isles — mid Greenland snows — 
On Ocean's shore — where some broad river flows — • 
The crowded town — the unfrequented wood — 
On Gilead's heights, or where old Eden stood — ■ 
'Tis all the same ; whatever the place or care. 
Some ills, swift wing'd, will meet us every where ; 
Our dwelling enter, on oar forms descend, 
No caution flies them and no arms defend. 
How broad the Curse ! no Paradise below 
Remains for ma:i ; the world is fill'd with wo ! 

Let Fancy dream, but let the dream be true, 
The mortal world survey in one broad view. 
The woes of all to know ! There round you spread 
The sick, ihe tortured, dying, and the dead; 
Their mental anguish see, their fitful sighs. 
Heart-breaking sorrow and o'erflowing eyes ! 
Hear the loud groans and lamentations low 
That sound from cells — from lazarettoes flow ! 
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134 THE TRIUMPH 

See dying martyrs, maniacs confined, 

Pale, starving paupers, and the groping blind ; 

Some wanting arms, some crutches use for feet, 

Or drag their useless limbs along the street ! 

See myriads helpless lie, convulsed with pain, 

And thousands bleeding on the battle plain ! 

Here, exiles doom'd to weep, there, slaves oppress'd, 

And thousands aged, sightless, and distress'd. 

The dungeon horrors view, the gallows tree, 

And starving sailors on the wrecks at sea ! 

Bring all to view, and view the woes of all 

The wretched millions on this gloomy ball, 

Enchain'd and tortured by ihe general shock, 

Like writhing worms upon a burning rock ; 

Then ask, Oh ! hateful Sin ! what hast thou done I 

And are thy fearful wages just begun ] 

There is a cause, a cause for all these things : 
The reign of Sin this reign of Misery brings ; — 
But had we power — our sympathy is great ! — 
The whole would rescue, and reverse their fate. 
God has all power ; he could at once release 
The whole from wo, and grant them health and peace. 
Then are we better, shall we say, than God ? 
And he less kind, less gracious, and less goodi 
To him each case lies obvious in the light 
Of every day ; he hears their groans by night ; 
From year to year in anguish lets them lie, 
And weep and mourn beneath his holy eye. 
Still God is perfect, holy, just, and wise. 
In depths untraced his skill and wisdom lies. 
Yes, God is love, but his broad sway, we know, 
Leaves millions suffering in this \wrld below. 



F TR UTH . 135 

Por the same cause impenitents may dwell 

Por ever hopeless in a future hell. 

Demurring Worm ! wouldst thou control thy Cause. 

[nstruct his wisdom, and revise his laws 1 

jod is not man, his thoughts are far above : 

f God's unjust, there is no God of Love ! 

The doom of death the claims judicial show, 
But does not cancel aught to God we owe. 
t is a judgment purchased by the fall, 
A^hich fell on one, and is entail'd on all. 
Phis woful legacy subjects mankind 
Co damage great of body and of mind. 
>ince this we suffer not for acts our own, 
Jnjust it seems till the whole truth is known, 
^his doom, like grain sown in a furrow'd field, 
Vill have a turn, and bliss immortal yield, 
lore bless'd for death the saints at last will be, 
'eel raptures more, and brighter glory see ; 
n Consummation's light the end will shine 
Al perfect, wondrous, equal, and divine. 
Vith patience then endure, ye sainted throno- ! 
>'er vanquish'd Wo and Death the mighty song 
►f triumph shall resound ! and every lyre 
hall bear a part in the celestial choir. 
j Our toil and travel o'er this gloomy ground, 
fo profit turn if we the Truth have found. 
Irom obvious facts to these results we rise, 
'hat man is fallen and in ruin lies : 
1 life corrupt, in intellect unsound, 
[id tempting fruit upon forbidden ground, 
hat sin prevails, and Folly riots here, 
ence strange disorders fill our moral sphere. 



136 THE TRIUMPH 

That as we are, the ages all have been 
Since man's default, the origin of sin ; 
The likeness of the sire the offspring share, 
Conceived in sin, th' effects of sin they bear ; 
Each copying race alike transgress in turn, 
Plunge into folly, and in folly mourn. 

Oh how absurd ! that men who reason claim, 
Philosophy applaud, and folly blame, 
Should cry — That God, all wise, all good, all just, 
Form'd Nature as it is, deranged, accursed ; 
Mix'd wo with all the elements of life,. 
And chain'd all beings in eternal strife ; 
Wove in the mind, in its essential frame. 
The laws of hateful sin to blast its fame ; 
That war, disorder^ error, death, and wo, 
Were parts primeval of God's scheme below. 

Such thoughts are wild, they wantonly blaspheme 
Th' Eternal Cause : t' impute to Him the scheme 
Of all misrule and imperfections high, 
Is charging the Almighty with a lie ! 
Who said at Nature's birth — as Nature stood — 
Each part was perfect, and the whole was good. 
If man was first design'd for death and pain, 
A better world he may expect in vain. 

Go, vain philosopher ! consult the skies, 
Submit to reason, know that God is wise ! 
The fact is clear — account for it as you can — 
All Nature is deranged, and so is man ! 
Unrol Time's volume, being's rise explore, 
Trace every cause on Nature's mazy shore ; 



OF TRUTH. 137 

Read thy false heart, and Heaven's eternal laws, 
And then confess' rebellion is the cause. 
Renounce vain reasoning, and contend no more. 
Nor Heaven accuse, but thy dark state deplore ! 



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138 T 11 E T R I U M P H 



BOOK IX, 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Typical representations of the Messiah. 

The promise of the Messiah. — Types instituted to keep the 
Promise in view. — The Cherubim illustrated. — First occu- 
pations. — The offerings of Cain and Abel. — Abel a typical 
saint. — Enoch's translation. — Noah builds the Ark. — The 
deluge described. — Noah's offering accepted. — Abraham of- 
fers up his son Isaac. — Signal events in the life of Jacob. 

As some demolish'd town, whose ruins spread 
The gloomy plain, its ancient splendour fled ; 
The streets deserted ; temples far renown'd, 
And massive walls, commingled with the ground ; 
Winds through its ruins howl, whose echoes die, 
Where serpents lurk and mournful owlets cry. 
So Paradise was spoil'd ; but Heaven's high plan, 
Like a new sun, burst on the wreck of Man ! 
Th' eternal WORD, that ancient Promise given, 
Became the basis of a brighter heaven. 
Hope then was born, Faith found propitious wings, 
And rapture sounded on its native strings. 
The bless'd Messiah, though but in Promise given, 
Sustain'd the world, and oped the gate of heaven. 
The Word was fix'd, nor could uncertain prove : 
What Heaven had pledged would to completion move ! 
Those who believed the Word were as complete 
As she who wash'd her dear Redeemer's feet : 
Flow'd equal virtue, from the Truth applied. 
To that which issued from the Victim's side. 



OF TRUTH. 139 

In Wonl or Life, in heaven or earth the same, 

A Prophet, Priest, the God and Prince of fame ! 

A hving Rock, a Refuge froin the storms, 

A firm Foundation mid desolving forms. 

The sun may waste, the orbs of heaven decay, 

Earth lose her form, and Nature pass away ; 

But he shall changeless stand On Time's dark shore 

He conquer'd Death amid commotion's roar. 

And ere that time — a monarch saw the sight*— 

A stone appear'd cut from a mountain height 

Without the aid of hands : this Stone shall wound 

The serpent's head, proud oracles confound, 

And rule the lower world ; before his throne 

Crown'd heads shall fall, their realms become his own ; 

From sea to sea his kingdom shall extend. 

Triumphant rise, and never, never end ! 

T' enliven faith, to give devotion flame, 
Types had their proper use till Shiloh came. 
Oblations bled, and burning altars made 
A grateful cloud, a ceremonial shade. 
The patriarchs were types, stood ranged complete, 
Like station'd lamps to light a gloomy street ; 
On the broad map of Time they shone as bright 
As the galaxy o'er the arch of night ; 
From age to age, like telegraphs they stood, 
To transmit tidings of th' approaching Good. 
Four thousand years this line of sages run, 
And broke the gloom : there gleam'd the moral Sim ! 
Hence Isaiah cried on Israel's raptured ear, 
Thy Light is come, the glorious Day is here ! 

* Daniel ii , 45. 



140 THE TRItJMPH 

Down on the verge, the famed Elias stood, 
The prophet John, the harbinger of Good ; 
Two worlds lay open to his ravish'd sight : 
A world of shadows and a world of light ; 
He saw the shades recede, the light arise, 
And hail'd the morning bursting from the skies ! 
Though realms have fallen, princes ruin hurl'd, 
Commotions raged, and changes shook the world ; 
Sustain'd by Heaven, this series kept its way 
Through darksome ages to the glorious Day. 

The high Creator man his tenant saw 
Without a temple and without a law ; 
But Inspiration needful kindly wrought, 
The Truth preserved vibrating on his thought ; 
While full in view the Cherubim were placed 
At Eden's gate, with signal figures graced : 
A standing type, instructive and Divine, 
In form complex, and with complex design. 
Mysterious ONE ! four faces full display'd, 
At once the points of heaven's four winds survey'd. 
The ox, lion, eagle, and the human face, 
Held in this wonder each a proper place ; 
Man's stood for man, the others emblems were 
Of Nature's movers, Fire, and Light, and Air. 
First, see the Ox, brow curl'd and horn'd, displays 
The roaring, spiry, undulating Maze. 
With wavy mane, and eyes of vivid glare. 
The gold-tinged Lion rouses from his lair ; 
A sign of light, that darts from morning's eye. 
And paints the fleecy clouds with orange die. 
The Eagle swift ascends on high to gaze. 
Moves o'er the earth, and breathes the solar blaze ; 



OF TRUTH. 141 

An emblem of the wind, that viewless flies, 
Pervades the earth, and travels round the skies. 

Heat, light, and air, around creation roll. 
Whose kind coherence forms all Nature's soul ; 
Yes, Nature's wondrous trinity, and e'en 
A mirror true, where God in type is seen.* 
The proof to know of Bible truth inquire : 
God is a flame ; God is cortsuming firs. 
Light is the symbol of that Holy One, 
The bless'd Messiah, the world's great moral Sun ; 
Who came from God, as light proceeds from flame : 
One element are these ; one God are those, the same. 
The rushing Wind that wraps this nether ball, 
Is God the Spirit's sign : unseen by all ; 
Like sounding wind, at Pentecost he came, 
The temple fill'd, and crown'd the saints with flame. 
Thus God appears in emblematic form, 
Rides on the gale, and lightens in the storm ; 
By every star his glory is express'd, 
And on the heavens his image stands impress'd. 
In every atom round the flaming sun, 
Exists, a one in three, a three in one. 

Thus stood the Cherubim, complex in view : 
A miniature of God and Nature too ; 
The Trinity in unity express'd : 
Mysterious theme where all research must rest ! 
The Human face connected with the Three, 
There symbolized th' incarnate Deity : 
First, obvious signal of th' eternal Word — 
It kept the way, and faced the flaming sword. 

* Romans i., 20. 



142 TII E TR J U M P If 

So in Death's gate the Mediator stood 
Between th' offenders and th' offended God, 
And Justice faced to quench the flames of wrath, 
The world to ransom from impending death. 

This grand phenomenon at once impress'd 
Its likeness strange on each beholder's breast ; 
In thought engraved, and deep in memory laid. 
And orally from age to age convey'd, 
Till on the Mercy-seat it stood confess'd, 
In beaten gold, with every face express'd ; 
Adorn'd with golden wings, prepared for flight ; 
While o'er it hung a cloud of cheering light 
Divine ; and, in the tabernacle placed, 
All round with curtains emblematic graced ; 
Borne by the tribes till Salem they possess'd, 
There in the temple found a final rest. 

Below the Mercy-seat, of curious mould. 
The Ark appear'd, of pond'rous, burnish'd gold : 
As Heaven design'd, the law, engraved on stone, 
Was there disposed ; and there the sculpture shone ! 
There Justice dwelt ; and Mercy reign'd in love 
Upon the Ark, while glory blazed above. 
All holy there ! there holy angels stood ; 
There God appear'd, and there they sprinkled blood ; 
There Truth and Mercy met, the heavens bow'd, 
And Righteousness and Peace kiss'd in the cloud : 
So Truth was magnified in judgment's hour, 
And Man redeem'd by Mercy's gracious power. 
This is the throne of grace, this Mercy-seat, 
Where prayer is heard, and God and sinners meet. 

In Israel's camp four banners stood in trim, 
Each held one figure of the Cherubim. 



OFTRUTH. 143 

Dan's, on the north, an Eagle waved in air ; 
South, Reuben's stood, a Human Portrait fair ; 
On Ephraim's, west, an Ox engaged the sight ; 
On Judah's, east, a Lion rose in light. 
Beneath these banners Israel's tents were spread, 
And Wisdom's eye their mystic meaning read. 

A captive held on Chebar's rolling flood, 
Oppress'd with toil, Ezekiel, pensive stood. 
And visions saw that cheer'd his heart of care : 
The heavens oped — lo, God was with him there ! 
And as he gazed the mountains seem'd to flame, 
"While from the north a rushing whirlwind came ; 
Hung on the winds, a cloudy volume roll'd 
With an unfolding fire ; like liquid gold. 
The earth appear'd ; straight from the whirling flame, 
As thought as quick. Cherubic figures caine, 
Of wondrous make, with diverse faces four, 
And wings dispread, creation to explore. 
Four of these forms he saw, in all the same : 
Four faces had alike, alike their aim. 
The Human face was with the Lion's join'd. 
The Ox and Eagle's too : these four combined 
Composed each form ; they look'd at once four ways : 
Towards heaven's fi)ur points they seem'd intent to gaze ; 
Whose bodies brightly shone like burnish'd brass, 
Or glowing gems. Amid them seem'd to pass 
A vivid flame, as burning lamps to view ; 
And from each movement lightning volant flew. 
And with these forms, for action great design'd, 
Appear'd a wheel within a wheel combined. 
With dreadful rings, all fill'd with eyes of fire, 
Whose power and speed the Cherubs did inspire. 



144 THE TRIUMPH 

With lightning speed they went, and with the same 

Return'd again all wrapp'd in radiant flame ; 

And as they flew their wings sent out a roar 

Like surges breaking on a rocky shore ; 

Or as the voice of the Almighty loud, 

"When with strong peals he shakes the stormy cloud ; 

Yet like the voice of speech, or sounding tread 

Of rushing hosts with martial trumpets dread. 

High o'er these wonders stood, enwheel'd with light, 

A crystal firmament that awed the sight ; 

And on its arch a likeness of a throne 

Arose, appearing like a sapphire stone ; 

And, on the throne, a likeness sat confessed, 

Of Man Divine, clad in a flaming vest ; 

Around him hung a many-colour'd bow ; 

The sign of Mercy to the world below. 

Religion true came early from the throne 
Of God on high : the first religion known. 
Next Error came, a mimic skill to try, 
And changed the truth of God into a lie — 
The creature served, while the Ci-eator's fame 
Forgotten shone : they lost his truth and Name ! 
His glory changed with sacrilegious care 

To images of beasts and birds of air, 

And worshipp'd them as gods — so with their claim 

On wisdom deep, egregious fools became. 

Say not that light divine can darkness yield, 

Nor say that Christians glean'd the heathen field ! 

Truth forms the basis of the Christian cause : 

All true religion rests on Bible laws. 

The sons of God and sons of men, we read, 

Composed the world — in faith they disagreed. 



OF TRUTH. 145 

The sons of God the Cherubims well knew, 
Knew their design, that they were symbols true. 
The sons of men, in error wildly toss'd, 
Retain'd their figures, but their meaning lost ; 
Through sacrilegious zeal profanely stray'd, 
Their forms they copied, images they made, 
And call'd them gods ; to finish their design, 
To them ascribed high attributes divine ; 
Before them bow'd ; blind adoration paid, 
And lost the substance in the fashion'J shade. 
Hence their proud temples held their gods, design'd, 
With compound figures, creatures of some kind ; 
As fancy changed, new idol forms were made, 
Till gods unnumber'd swarm'd in every shade. 
Necessity gave rise, prompt Reason plan, 
So callings rose, and useful arts began. 
Cain chose the culture of the fallow soil ; 
The grazing flocks to tend was Abel's toil. 
The open world around, from zone to zone, 
Before them lay, by charter all their own. 
No competition raged for earth or seas : 
The world was spacious, and but few to please. 
The fertile plains for their first use they chose. 
Where Tigris creeps, or where Euphrates flows. 
The seedy earth, regaled by timely showers, 
With nurselings swarm'd, and spread a world of flowers ; 
The waving fields paid homage to the breeze, 
And playful zephyrs shook the loaded trees ; 
Earth hove with esculents, and over head 
The fearless vines their purple treasure spread. 

There on the grassy plain bless'd Abel sung, 
Grace fired his heart and rapture tuned his tongue ; 
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146 THE TRIUMPH 

The lowing herd engaged his care and art, 
Whose growing numbers cheer'd his grateful heart. 
The hills were whiten'd by his fleecy train, 
Whose harmless clamours echoed o'er the plain. 
Around his charge nocturnal vigils held, 
More bless'd than Alexander with his world. 

So prosper'd they. — Now comes on wheeling Earth 
The anniversary of Nature's birth ! 
The flaming orb mounts o'er the eastern hills, 
Awakes the world, and all the landscape fills 
With golden beams. For holy uses made, 
An altar stands beneath a sounding shade. 
(3ain, though a Deist, thither comes t' express 
His faithless zeal and partial righteousness ; 
Presents his gifts, the fruit of many cares : 
A bulky pyre the holy altar bears ; 
The brand applies ; but, hostile to his aim, 
The juicy pile, unfit, rejects the flame ; 
A sable fume, ungracious to the eyes, 
In clouds appears, but sinks no more to rise. 
In all no emblem of the great Messiah, 
Hence Heaven refused t' impart the living fire ; 
No benedictions fell, no angels sung, 
A sullen sadness round the altar hung. 

With sainted heart now from th' adjacent plain, 
Lo, Abel comes ! — 'how sweetly sounds his strain ! 
A firstling choice, a harmless lamb, he bears, 
Whose sprightly form a snowy mantle wears : 
A victim unctuous as the rites require, 
A spotless emblem of the bless'd Messiah ! 
He mounts the altar, and without delay 
The fruit and lumber smoking hurls away j 



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'Now faith and works with equal force conspire : 
The wood is laid around the kindling fire ; 
The placid lamby for sacred honours made, 
Yields to the hand that bears the fatal blade ; 
Now flows his blood, the spiry flame ascends. 
And incense grateful o'er the sky extends. 
Auspicious day ! Creation smiles around, 
And angel voices on the breezes sound. 
Truth triumphs here !— A sweet, prophetic joy, 
Fills Abel's heart, which nothing does annoy. 

The due respect to Abel's offering shown. 
Waked Cain's ill nature and malignant frown ; 
Perplexing thoughts his envious bosom stung. 
While darkness lurid o'er his prospects hung ; 
Nor words consoled : his sullen, arrant mood 
To madness rose ; he spurn'd at proffer'd good ; 
On evil bent, to Reason's guidance blind, 
Opposed to peace and sympathy refined. 
Thus ill disposed, Cain all the morning spent 
Lone in the field, there Abel musing went. 
Nor thought of harm ; oh, what a tragic scene ! 
There Abel's life was pour'd upon the green : 
Earth drank his blood ! A deed unknown before : 
A brother murder'd by a brother's power ! 
Th' astonish'd angels saw the ruthless blow, 
Heard the dire shriek, beheld the purple flow. 
And bore his shade beyond the bounds of sight, 
To brighter fields of immaterial light. 
Hail, suffering saint ! type of eternal Love ! 
First martyr crown'd in Paradise above ! 

Of Patriarchs renown'd before the flood, 
None more conspicuous shone, nor higher ptood, 



148 THE TRIUMPH 

Than Enoch bless'd : in rectitude he trod, 
And bore the witness that he pleased his God. 
His years on earth tell out the number clear, 
Of days included in one solar year. 
Orb-like he rose, a course exalted run, 
Dispensing favours as a cloudless sun 
Around the moral waste ; nor stopp'd to die, 
But like a meteor shooting through the sky, 
His sphere he left, and gain'd the port of heaven : 
Translated home ! a passport sure was given. 
Death grasp'd, but held him not ; and lo ! the tomb 
In disappointment yawn'd ! He saw no gloom, 
Nor fed the worms ; but o'er him pass'd a change. 
Like lightning's flash as vivid, still more strange ! 
His mortal put on immortality, 
Earth's bonds fell off, he rose sublime and free, 
He gain'd triumphant what to hope was given : 
The full fruition of a deathless heaven ! 
This was in proof of what Messiah's reign 
O'er dull mortality and death should gain; 
A prelude of a resurrection morn. 
When forms in dust shall from the dust be born. 

Dauntless amid Depravity's wild flood, 
Rock-pier- like the patriarch Noah stood ; 
Through centuries dark proclaim'd the Promise given, 
And like an index pointed on to heaven. 
A guiding Star he moved, diffusing light 
Along the settled gloom of pagan night ; 
But naught avail'd. Sin had dominion gain'd 
O'er all the world ; and so the world remain'd, 
Till on her restless wheels the earth had run 
Near seventeen hundred times around the sun ; 



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Still vengeance linger'd, though the court of heaven 
Had judgment enter'd ; and th' alarm was given 
In tones distinct, by a seraphic form, 
That Earth was doom'd to an avenging storm ; 
That Ruin's licensed scourge would come to sweep 
Earth's guilty rebels down the whelming deep. 

Wrapp'd in amaze, the sainted patriarch stood, 
Weighing the terrors of th' impending flood, 
Till waves of grief from their orb'd cisterns press'd, 
And strong emotions labour'd in his breast ; 
His mind to cheer, to guard the vital flame, 
A voice from heaven with special tidings came. 

Survive thou shalt, nor harm molest thy soul, 
Though waves of death across creation roll ; 
Round thy retreat defensive bars shall rise, 
When vengeance gathers in the lowering skies. 
I am th' Almighty, angels my command 
Obey ; high winds and floods as servants stand ; 
Alike do thou ! — Go, build an ark to brave 
The power of storm, to float upon the wave I 
My orders hear ! mark well the scheme divine, 
Th' impressions keep, and copy the design. 
At thy control the verdant mountains stand, 
And Gopher forests wait thy artful hand. 

Th' observant sage obey'd ; his toil pursued 
From year to year ; full oft the scheme review'd ; 
The orb of day, the sleepless stars in wheel. 
Beheld him active with a worthy zeal ; 
AVhile scoffing crowds, incredulous and vain, 
Laugh'd with contempt, and sung this merry strain ; 

Go, Folly's structure ! sail upon the soil, 
Thou proud memorial of a madman'.s toil ! 



150 THE TRIUMPH 

Within thy shade the brutes shall crop their food, 
And bless the saint that labour'd for their good ! 

Still firm the prophet stood ; with dreadless tone 
The truth proclaim'd, and lived to truth alone ; 
The world withstood, brook'd calumny and lies, 
With hands at toil, and heart above the skies ; 
Till the stupendous ark rose in the vale, 
Superbly fashion'd and prepared to sail. 
One hundred summers came, and others went. 
The whole employ'd, and in this labour spent. 
The while indulgent Heaven his wrath withheld, 
And preach'd repentance to th' imprison'd world. 

In orient chambers, while the vagrant day, 
Remote from view, in cloudy slumbers lay, 
A voice from heaven night's solemn silence broke, 
The patriarch heard, and thus th' Almighty spoke : 

The end is nigh, the world's disputed doom ; 
Behold the signs ! the sky is wrapp'd in gloom I 
Without delay to thine asylum fly, 
And shun the vengeance of an angry sky ! 
Come thou and all thy house ! and with thee bring 
Of beasts each kind, and birds of every wing, 
And house them in the ark ; hence, speed thy way, 
For Wo is coming, wing'd with fatal sway ! 

The charge prevails, the ark receives its freight. 
And equal proves to bear the destined weight : 
A world in miniature ! a realm of grace ! 
Another Eden with one righteous race ! 
Wo reigns without, all quietude within, 
A local heaven in a world of sin ! 

In deep'ning shades the fatal day appears, 
Dull, distant thunder tolls on idle ears ; 



OF TRUTH. 151 

The languid sun now swims in gathering haze, 
And sheeny circles mock his sickly blaze ; 
On angry wheels rolls down the troubled sky, 
While wayward clouds reflect a crimson die. 
Th' affrighted Twilight swiftly flies from wo, 
And darkness dense involves the world below. 
Tremendous night ! how different from the last ! 
No beams ethereal through the void are cast ; 
The stars are lost ; th' astonish'd Moon has fled 
From wanton crowds ; the world is vvhelm'd with dread ! 
Nor music sounds, nor idle throngs appear 
In common hauats : their sport is turn'd to fear! 
Destruction hastens : see its frightful form 
Careering fiercely on the fire-wing'd storm ! 
Around the sky the rushing scourge is hurl'd, 
Despair prevails, and vengeance shakes the world ! 
Now impious mortals know their sudden fate, 
The truth believe — but, oh ! believe too late ! 
Like the rough sky in tumult wild are driven, 
Aghast they gaze, and dread the curse of Heaven ; 
At Gabriel's word the warring winds awake, 
The forests thunder, and the mountains shake ; 
The mighty impulse of judicial power 
Creation feels, and shudders in this hour. 
Thick exhalations from all regions rise, 
Roll o'er the hills, and climb the blacken'd skies ; 
The ocean roars beneath the tempest's sweep, 
And furious whirlwinds dance the foamy deep. 
Hurl'd by these engines, bulky streams arise 
To fill the chambers of th' attractive skies. 
All round the heavens appear the vengeful stores, 
The lightning flashes, and the tempest roars ; 



152 THE TRIUMPH 

Clouds rise o'er clouds, as Alps on Alps ascend, 

And lakes and oceans float upon the wind ! 

The stormy vault with fearful blackness frowns, 

While forky flames its raging summit crowns ; 

Loud peals of thunder roll, the concave rends, 

And with incessant roar the rain descends. 

Earth's centre quakes, its trembling surface rolls. 

Deep chasms bursting shake the frozen poles ; 

Wide fly the gates beneath, where fountains deep 

In caverns roar, and prison'd oceans sleep ; 

Thence torrents rush amain, with Fate to guide. 

The clouds to aid, and swell the deluge wide. 

Islands unmoor'd with all their forests sink, 

And mountains fall ; while at the ocean's brink. 

The bars dissolve : swift o'er the sinking strand 

Wide sweeping billows rush upon the land. 

Lo ! cities, plains, and hills, alike are drown'd. 

And rising waves enwheel the mountains round. [now> 

Tremendous change ' — Where are earth's boasters 
With laugh sarcastic and imperious brow ? 
Around them ruin yawns ! They doubt no more, 
But hopeless howl amid the tempest's roar ; 
To mountains fly, nov^r climb the lofty trees, 
T' escape the fury of th' invading seas ; 
With languid vision thence, in deep despair, 
The ark they view safe in th' Almighty's care. 
How just their doom ! this great salvation scorn'd. 
And scorn'd repentance : they were timely warn'd ! 
Lo, now their end ! they feel the vengeful rod. 
In ruin plunge, and own the hand of God. 

To whelm the world, the truth of God to tell. 
Full forty days th' avenging torrents fell. 



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All o'er the mountains high the dehi^e rose, 
And with loud terrors spoke the gloomy close. 
Seas cross'd to seas, and swept from zone to zone, 
Till all the oceans blended roU'd in one. 

The end obLain'd, the means were doom'd to cease ; 
Hence the wild elements return'd to peace : 
The gates were closed, the sky no longer press'd, 
The clouds dissolved, the tempest sunk to rest; 
In heaven's clear vault arose the Sire of day, 
And like a charioteer drove on his way. 
While Death triumphant hugg'd the watery urn, 
Along the liquid orb the Ark was borne ; 
Controird by Him who poised (he sun on high. 
And sent the planets through the pathless sky. 
Straight subterranean fires, at Heaven's command, 
Arose, and burning winds o'erspread the land ; 
Down solar heat its needful influence hurl'd, 
To waste the waters on the deluged world ; 
The earth in masses rose and ploughed its way, 
As islands since at sea, and by its sway 
The ponderous flood with native laws to guide. 
In headlong wildness rush'd on every side ; 
Deep channels cut where earth would yield to force. 
Through mazes leap'd, and went in every course. 
Hence craggy cliffs stand here, there gulfs yawn deep. 
Where rivers flow and lakes in basins sleep. 
So earth appears as if Destruction's share. 
By whirlwinds drawn, had furrow'd every where. 

As month to month succeeded close in turn, 
The lonely Ark upon the waves was borne, 
Till on a mountain peak it struck the ground, 
.And, as design'd, a rest propitious found. 



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Soon Noah saw the land was gaining fast, 

And rising hopes subdued the sorrows past. 

A plaintive dove he sent on mission free, 

An olive leaf she brought, pluck'd from a tre^ ; 

Again was sent the ruin'd world t' explore, 

A home she found, and thence return'd no more. 

At length an angel came and called — Arise, 

Unclose the ark and view the earth and skies ! — 

The pious remnant saved, the grateful sound 

With transport heard, and gained the welcome ground. 

Then in amaze they took a wide survey, 

Till sight was lost where gloomy ruins lay : 

There Death insatiate a vast victory gain'd, 

And o'er the waste an awful stillness reign'd : 

No obsequies were seen, no dirges sung, 

All nature slept, and mute was every tongue. 

The world entire was first to Adam given : 
He gain'd his charter from the throne of Heaven ; 
Consign'd to Noah now, the right maintains, 
And on his mountain throne the monarch reigns I 
All round his court is consecrated ground. 
Divinely honour'd and superbly crown'd. 
The birds released, resume the power of wing, 
Dance on the sprays and try their skill to sing. 
The bounding brutes rejoice the earth to find, 
The buds they crop and snuff the passing wind ; 
While prostrate man the great Deliverer sings. 
True bliss enjoys and talks of sacred things. 
There on the mount oblations too are made, 
Of spotless victims in the hallow'd shade ; 
Symbolic flames bright from the altar rise, 
And clouds of incense mingle with the skies, 



OF TRUTH. 155 

Jehovah smiles, and o'er the sacred place 
Appear the tokens of immortal grace : 
Impress'd on clouds, correctly arch'd in view, 
The Iris stands adorn'd with every hue, 
The Promise great to seal : That earth again 
Should not be drown'd, but fruitful seasons reign. 

In these events we evidently trace 
The course of Justice, Providence, and grace. 
There rightful Noah stands the lord and sire 
Of the new v/orld : — a type of the Messiah ; 
Endow'd with every patriarchal sign, 
A ki7ig, a prophet, and a priest divine. 
The ark presaged the realm of Grace below, 
Amid the waves of sublunary wo : 
It plainly show'd that Providence design'd 
That Gentile tribes should an asylum find : 
Like Peter's sheet : there different creatures were 
In concord join'd, suspended in the air. 
What God reveals let mortals not despise, 
His ways are perfect and his counsels wise. 

Go truth-resounding Muse ! Thy course pursue, 
With zeal inspired ; but keep the end in view ! 
The process mark of sacrificial laws ; 
See Abraham's effort in the Almighty's cause ! 
Through years elapsed, his test unequall'd stands, 
Wrapp'd in the sanction of Divine commands. 

A voice celestial Abraham's thoughts engage,—^ 
Lo, here am I ! — replies the obedient sage — 
Take Isaac now, thy son, Jehovah cries, 
Thine only son, on whom the jyromise lies ! 
There on a mountain, in Moriah's land, 
An offering make of him as I command— 



156 THE TillUMPH 

By aid Divine, thy sainted son was given, 
Whom thou must render at this call of Heaven ! 
Thou pray'st to know Salvation's wondrous plan, 
The process strange to ransom fallen man ! 
The figure thou shall see ; in part shall know 
The price required, and taste the dreadful wo [ 

Amazed the patriarch stands with tearful eyes, 
Convulsed with grief, and thus with zeal replies : 

O righteous Heaven ! what more dost thou require, 
Than spotless forms to feed the holy fire ! 
See all thine altars piled with victims slain, 
While waiting herds low on the sounding plain ! 
See woolly flocks that whiten distant hills, 
And vats of oil that gush in thousand rills ! 
These all are thine ; nor would I aught withhold, 
Were worlds my own, with life and wealth enroU'd ! — 
Perplexity prevails. — What can I dol — 
Must I resign my promised offspring too 1 — 
I'll yield my life to vindicate thy truth, 
Accept the boon, but spare the signal youth ! 
Whose natal hour produced such rare delight, 
Fill'd hearts with rapture and with songs the night. 
A noble race was said from him should spring, 
Wise kings be born and fame immortal ring : 
Oh ! must these hopes all perish in the bloom ! 
My name expire ! my sun go down in gloom! 
My growing joys in wither'd ruins sleep ; 
Or turn to dreams ! — Bereaved, shall live to weep! 
Perplexing doubts within my bosom rise, 
That chill my heart : — Does God, the just and wise, 
Demand a murder which forbidd'n stands 
In nature's laws — condemn'd by his commands 1 



OF TRUTH. 157 

Scorn'd I Kshould be, yes, cursed by every one ! 
Oh ! shocking deed ! a father slay his son ! 
Alas ! can human sacrifices please 
The God of love 1 will they his v(,rrath appease 1 
How should I feel 1 What would the heathen say 
If they should knowl Would they not curse the dayl 
The promise too would fail should this be done, 
And my name cease ! What ! slay my only son ! 
How would his mother shriek, the blood to see 
Of her own child upon my hands ! Would she 
The deed forgive 1 How troubled reason reels ! 
Each thought is wo, each nerve intensely feels! 
Still sounds the call, though doubts intrusive flow : 
God's voice I hear — the voice of God I know ! 

Heaven, forgive ! — forgive each doubt and sigh ! 

1 will forbear, nor question the Most High ; 
I'll fall in dust, in adoration fall. 
Confess thy sovereign right, and render all. 

As gold is tested Abraham's faith is tried : 
How strange the mode, and dark on every side ! 
The distant end hangs doubtful on his view, 
And erring reason gives no certain clew. 
Each passing hour awakes sensations keen, 
And paints in blood and flames the awful scene '. 
From day to day the sage is so impress'd. 
In food no comfort finds, in sleep, no rest ; 
Still from his heart warm supplications rise. 
While waves of wo involve his sainted eyes. 
Thus in the storm of various passion's strife 
He trembling stands. To guard the flame of life, 
A watchful angel comes, illumes his view, 
His faith confirms with revelations new ; 



158 THE TRIUMPH 

Through fears and woes, as clouds admit the day. 

Full on him gleams a bright, inspiring ray. 

The ancient WORD he knows. He knows the Cause 

That form'd the world and gave creation laws : 

In him believes whose supernatural power 

Gave Isaac birth, and raised the gifted Flower — 

Believes that from the flame his arm will raise 

His promised son to cheer his future days ; 

On God relies — no human counsel needs — 

His faith maintains, and actively proceeds. 

The tragic scheme he keeps lock'd up alone 

In his sad heart : to Sarah all unknown : 

No part can she perform ; why should she know 1 

Heaven good requires ; hers would be useless wo. 

With wood prepared, a beast to bear the load, 

And servants prompt to help along the road ; 

Prepared were all, and Isaac was not slow 

To attend his father where he wish'dfo go. 

Lo, now the herald star proclaims the day ! 
In haste they rise and take the appointed way ; 
The opening gates of morn — the fading night — 
Sweet songs of birds — a world of fresh delight, 
To Abraham's pensive mind no joys impart : 
Deep care and wo oppress his aching heart. 
On heavy wheels Time roU'd his chariot round, 
Till, thrice, the morn had measured the profound. 
Then, on the margin of a distant view. 
The signal mountain rose, which Abraham knew ; 
On its lone top a mystic pillar hung, 
Of cloud and flame, where waiting angels sung. 
With caution wise, the hidden end to gain, 
The swains are left upon th' adjoining plain. 



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Now Abraham and his son prepare to rise 

The lonely mount, t' adore and sacrifice : 

The oU'ering-wood on Isaac's shouk^er laid, 

The father bears the fire and fatal blade ; 

Reflections deep beguile their toil : they go 

In silent muse, with painful steps and slow. 

Hark ! Isaac speaks — aflfection guides his tongue — 

He cries, My father ! — Here am I, my son ! — 

The wood and fire are here — the youth replies — 

But where's the lamb design'd for sacrifice 1 

Then Abraham answer'd with a faltering tone : 
My son, believe, and trust in God alone ! 
Inscrutable his ways ! Obey his voice ! 
A lamb will he provide of his own choice. 

Though much concern'd Isaac appear'd before, 
These doubts perplexing, thence, prevail'd no more. 
A mutual care they felt, strong faith possess'd, 
And, in devotion, on their journey press'd. 
The consecrated spot at length they gain'd : 
All round the mount an awful stillness reign'd. 
As if creation paused, and fearful stood. 
At the dread orders of th' Eternal God ! 
Soon, by their willing handp, of proper frame, 
An altar rose, to bear an active flame ; 
The wood in form they laid — no pains did spare — 
Flame for the pyre was waiting orders there. 

Now, Abraham weeps ! now straight to Isaac turns : 
What strong affection in his bosom burns ! 
With trembling accents, and sensations keen. 
Attempts the task to ope the moving scene : 
Till then the doleful subject lay unknown, 
Lock'd in the recess of his heart alone. 



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But Isaac now must know the whole design, 

The will and order of the Power Divine : 

So Abraham, undisguised, reveals the whole, 

Wings thought with words, and vents his feeling soal. 

0, Isaac ! gift of Heaven ! delightful sage ! 
Bless'd heir of promise, and my staff in age ! 
Alas thy fate ! — firm stands the strange decree — 
Thou art the offering Heaven requires of me I 
Jehovah spoke, his well-known voice I heard, 
And angel forms as witnesses appear'd. 
Hence I must give thy tender form to death, 
And sympathize with each convulsive breath ; 
In grief behold thy sun in clouds descend : 
Yet Hope will hover o'er thy mournful end ! 
The law is pass'd, the work I must perform : 
Attend, O Heaven ! and aid my trembling arm ! 

Submission all, the son the sire obey'd, 
As rests the lamb beneath the fatal blade : 
His son thus Abraham bound, who calmly stood 
To bear his fate ; then laid him on the wood. 
To answer Heaven's design the hour had come, 
The tragic hour, to seal the dreadful doom ; 
There Abraham o'er his Isaac weeping stood, 
(While he lay fainting on the rugged wood,) 
And bore the passive blade in his right hand, 
The deadly wound to give at God's command. 
Soon as his lifted arm menaced the blow, 
And almost where the purple currents flow, 
That instant, quickly, ere it was too late, 
The seraph kind, who watch'd o'er Isaac's fate, 
And sat, unseen, in his aerial shroud, 
Behind the curtain of a fleecy cloud, 



OF TRUTH. 161 

Caird out, Abraham ! Abraham ! — loud was the cry 

And Abraham answer'd, weeping — Here am I. 
Sta}^ now, thy hand, forbear th' intended blow ! 
Thy faith is tested, which the world shall know ! 
The high decree thou hast, in purpose, done, 
Thus sacrificed to God thine only son ! 

Thence, swift; as light, th' immortal angel flew, 
And o'er his course a cloudy volume threw. 
As Abraham turn'd he saw with bless'd surprise, 
A sinless subject fit for sacrifice : 
An unctuous form, in fleecy robes array'd, 
Caught by his horns, as from the fold he stray'd ; 
Alive his son received, as from the dead. 
And placed the Iamb, an offering, in his stead. 
There Abraham stood, and ponder'd with amaze 
Th' Almighty's wisdom and mysterious ways ! 
Jehovah-jireh call'd the signal place : 
A mount of suflTerings, and a mount of grace ! 
Two thousand years had nearly gain'd a close 
When this was done, since Time's first morning rose ; 
And when two thousand more had taken flight, 
Our Saviour suflfer'd on that very height. 
The tragedy is plain : see and admire, 
A type conspicuous of the true Messiah ! 

Behold, again, amid the Stars of fame, 
A prince arose, and Jacob was his name ; 
To high distinction born : by Heaven's design, 
He stood th' patriarch of the Jewish line ; 
^Crown'd with success, his father's blessing gain'd, 
IHis right by promise, though by art obtain'd. 
Esau, chagrined at the amazing turn, 
In deadly projects let his fury burn. 
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162 THE TRIUMPH 

Alarm'd by fears, oppress'd with care and grief, 
Their conscious mother sigh'd without relief; 
Till Jacob fled from Esau's vengeful hand, 
To find a refuge in a distant land. 

The sage arose, and seized the proper time, 
T' exchange his native for a foreign clime. 
As the tall hills embraced th' emerging day, 
Towards Padan-aram took his lonely way. 
Hard was his fate, an alien doora'd to roam 
Through friendless wilds, far from his social home ; 
Wide o'er the past, where all events are laid, 
Without control, his wakeful fancy stray'd. 
A certain course he kept, a rest to find. 
Till o'er the western hills, the sun declined ; 
Near Luz arrived, the almond groves in view, 
As night on earth her foggy mantle threw. 
The roving stranger, doom'd to savage fare, 
Thinks oft of home, and his fond mother's cars : 
Whate'er his fortune once, rich, loved, or great, 
Avails him not ; he feels his wretched state : 
Urged by necessity, a sinless spoil, 
To woo soft slumbers on the naked soil. 
But first to God, with flowing heart and eyes, 
He offers praise, and penitential cries ; 
For all offences past remission gains, 
His peace returns, and peace around him reigns ! 
There down he lies, the naked ground his bed, 
A stone, his pillow, bears his aching head ; 
A branchy almond, and night's lured veil. 
Are o'er him spread ; there sings the nightingale. 
His cares are luU'd, creation's murmur dies, 
His wo forgets, and slumber seals his eyes. 



OF TRUTH. 163 

Thus, sunk in sleep profound, lone Jacob lay, 
And all insensate as his bed of clay, 
Till on his powers excitement sacred stole, 
And awful visions bursted on his soul. 
Darkness retired, clouds from the zenith flew, 
The heavens oped, and wonders rush'd in view : 
Full in the light, a lofty ladder stood 
Upon the earth, and reach'd the throne of God : 
From heaven to earth, along this measured view, 
On missions high, attentive agents flew ; 
Whose deathless forms amid the vision gleam'd, 
While from their wings celestial radiance stream'd. 
High on this signal scale ONE throned appear'd, 
Who thus proclaim'd, which Jacob slumbering heard : 

I am thy father's God — to thee am known — 
My promise hear ! — I fill a changeless throne ! 
This land thou shalt possess, this charter'd place, 
And thy descendants, race succeeding race ; 
Till flowing numbers fill the record's bound, 
As stars that twinkle in the void profound— 
As liquid drops that in the ocean roar, 
Or drifting sands along the winding shore — 
As countless dust upon the trodden plain, 
Or drops promiscuous in descending rain : 
From east to west, from north to south, shall spread, 
On heathen realms with feet triumphant tread. 
All nations shall be bless'd through thee and thine : 
Messiah's birth shall crown the royal line ! 
Thy way I'll guard, thy needful prompter stand, 
And bring thee safely to this Promised Land. 

Soon as the morning light regaled the skies, 
Soft slumber fled from Jacob's weary eyes ; 



1 64 THE TRIUMPH 

O'erawed he rose, and cried with heart sincere, 

I knew it not, but God is truly here ! 

How dreadful is this place ! — here angels wait ! 

'Tis God's own house ! — 'tis heaven's holy gate ! — 

Stay, Time, thy flight, nor waft this hour away, 

In this grand portal ever let me stay ! 

Here let me live, and here enraptured die. 

Thence with bright angels climb the starry sky ! 

With awe divine, moved by prophetic grace. 

He promptly rose to consecrate the place : 

First, raised the stone that bore his slumb'ring head, 

Then oil pour'd on, which round the pillar spread ; 

And named the place Beth-el, the house of God — 

Memorial bless'd, of mystic meaning broad — 

Then fell in dust, and awful vows he made. 

To faithful prove if God would be his aid ; 

His course direct, sustain him by his hand. 

And send him prosperous to his native land. 

This vision shows high, providential care. 
In heaven begun, extending every where ; 
Reveals the intercourse propitious held 
'Tween thrones celestial and the lower world. 
It is an emblem, too, of that great plan 
Of love Divine, to save degenerate man : 
That two extremes should join, two natures greet, 
And Grace and Justice in communion meet, 
To eflfect a medium on a perfect plan, 
'Tween heaven and earth below, and God and man ; 
That man could go to God. and God come down 
To meet mankind, and not degrade his crown. 

Enwheel'd with night, on Jabbok's verdant strand, 
Returning Jacob waited God's command ; 



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A human form before him stood unknown, 
With princely mien, whose face divinely shone ; 
Some good design his movements seem'd to show, 
Which Jacob saw ; still, anxious more to know. 
In ancient times the blessings of the great 
With zeal were sought, and held as marks of state. 
Hence Jacob struggled with this Prince of light 
For heavenly fame, throughout a sleepless night : 
So firm his hold, the stranger gain'd no ground, 
Till by design he gave a hidden wound. 
Now let me go — the princely angel cries — 
The morning breaks — look towards the eastern skies ! 
But Jacob said, I will not let thee go. 
Except some signal blessing thou bestow ! 
What is thy proper name 1 — the Angel cries — 
My name is Jacob — quick the sage replies — 
Lq ! Israel now shall be thy signal name. 
The Prince rejoins, in that shall stand thy fame ! 
Because thou hast prevail'd, by saintly power, 
With man and God, in this conflicting hour. 
Then o'er Penuel Jacob bent his way, 
As Nature oped her eye, and flash'd the day ; 
While on his soul a brighter morning shone, 
The Light Divine, the world's great moral Sun ! 
Thus, Heaven propitious made this saint his care, 
Indulgent proved, pursuant to his prayer. 



END OF THE NINTH BOOK. 



166 THE TRIUMPH 



BOOK X. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The Patriarch Joseph a type of Christ. 

Joseph tells his dreams.. — Visits his brethren, — The brethren 
sell him to some Ishmaelites. — The plot to deceive their 
father. — Joseph sold in Egypt. — Accused and condemned on 
false testimony, and placed among criminals. — Interprets the 
butler's and baker's dreams. — Interprets Pharaoh's dreams. — 
Joseph's brethren come to Egypt to purchase grain. — Joseph 
knows them, but they do not know him. — Joseph charges 
them as spies. — Simeon is imprisoned. — The brethren go, 
and return to Egypt again, with Benjamin. — Joseph makes 
himself known, explains his conduct to them, and sends for 
his father to come and dwell in Goshen. — There Joseph 
meets his father. 

Among the oracles of ancient time, 
The far-famed Joseph held a rank sublime. 
In early life he was by all admired, 
While grace prophetic his warm bosom fired. 
In visions strange his future fame was told, 
By signs obscure, which time at length unroU'd : 
He saw his brethren's sheaves bow to his own, 
Like subjects cowering at a monarch's throne ; 
The sun, the moon and stars, he saw likewise. 
Pay homage to him from the ruling skies. 
He thought no harm, nor used dissembling art. 
But told his visiDus w th a puerile heart ; 
They were but dreams, nor could he comprehend 
Their meaning full. But honest acts offend. 
At home retain'd, where centred his desire, 
Wrapp'd in the smiles of his indulgent sire, 



OFTRUTH. 167 

With willing heart obedience he maintain'd, 

While peace and virtue in his bosom reign'd. 

His father's gift, a party-colour'd vest, 

Gave him a cast superior to the rest. 

Hence envy woke, and dark suspicion rose, 

Which changed his brethren to malignant foes : 

His dreams they could not brook, which seem'd to say, 

That they must bow to his inferior sway. 

They kept the herds, to rural life inured, 

By Nature taught, and deep in wilds immured. 

To seventeen years advanced, now Joseph's care 
Calls him to know how his dear brethren fare : 
Crown'd with his father's charge, and blessing too, 
Straight, in full glee, bids Hebron's vale adieu. 
With glowing hopes that Heaven would guard his road, 
And soon return him to his bless'd abode. 
In darkness dense the future lies concealed — 
Then who can fancy what a day will yield 1 
Thus, unperceived, the fate of Joseph lay ; 
While in the beams of an auspicious day. 
With anxious heart, he travels hence in haste, 
Along the dangerous, unfrequented waste, 
Till, on his way, appear the Dothan hills. 
The winding valleys, and descending rills. 
There noisy herds without intrusion feed 
In rural order round the fenceless mead. 
The herds he seems to know : hope gives delight, 
To find his brethren, gains the adjacent height ; 
Thence their broad tent is known, to view display'd, 
Far down the vale, beneath a spreading shade. 
A wanderer soon they view — comes on — and lo ! 
A youth appears, whose princely garb they know ^ 



168 THE TRIUMPH 

Of whom they speak : base words their feelings tell, 
And show what passions in their bosoms dwell. 
Within temptation's sweep they all are thrown, 
And envious pride congeals their hearts to stone. 

The Dreamer comes, who waits o'er us to reign ! 
(One warmly growls in a sarcastic vein,) 
To effect his death, now, in this desert here. 
Let us conspire to blast his proud career ! 
Unknown the deed will be, perform'd in haste, 
And darkly mantled in the cavern'd waste. 

But Reuben shudders at the cruel thought : 
Within his breast some kindly feelings wrought ; 
Against their bloody plot his stand maintains, 
And o'er their minds a partial triumph gains : 
His hidden plan is drawn with artful lines, 
To effect his freedom from their fell designs. 

'Tis known, he says, a cavern near us lies, 
Remote from view, where waters never rise ; 
Down this dark cave let Joseph be convey'd, 
There to remain in everlasting shade. 

So they confer — now ends their short debate — 
In dark suspense hangs Joseph's fearful fate, 
As he comes up. With smiles and love sincere. 
He greets them all, nor thinks of evil near. 
But oh ! what consternation fills his mind 
While they divulge the horrid deed design'd ! 
Like savage beasts, relentless round him storm, 
Lisult his face ; next they disrobe his form ; 
Nor tears regard, nor heed his plaintive cry, 
Lo, down the yawning cave he sinks to die ! 

O'erwhelm'd with grief, he wanders to and fro, 
And mourns aloud — sad echoes talk his wo! 



OF TRUTH. 169 

Bereft — alone ! No one regards his cry, 
Except his father's God who rules the sky. 
His brethren base, content with what they know, 
N"or further care ; straight from the cavern go ; 
Obhvious shades they try o'er all to cast, 
^nd with strange glee encircle their repast : 
From thought to thought their wordy babble flows, 
To trammel conscience and dispel their woes ; 
rill with surprise, a trampling sound they hear, 
^nd lo ! a horde of IshmaeHtes appear ! 
With spicery fraught in oriental style, 
Vnd bound to Egypt on the distant Nile. 

A love for gain in Judah's bosom burns, 
-Vhich prompts his speech. To hear attention turns. 

If Joseph's blood our murderous hands should stain, 
Twould yield no comfort, nor increase our gain : 
le is our brother — there's a tender tie ! 

iCt us forbear, nor cause the youth to die : 
Jut if we sell him for a menial slave, 
rain will be ours, and his a distant grave. 

greed are all, and to the cavern spring, 
.nd quickly thence their wretched brother bring, 
lefore the savage crew the youth appears, 

onvulsed with terror, speechless, and in tears : 
i'or sale exposed, a slave for sordid ore, 
^o toil and languish on a foreign shore ! 

he offer low, acceptance ready gains — 

he money paid. Now comes the gaUing chains I 
[is brethren know what tears his heart, the grief,' 
[ear his entreaties, but refuse relief, 
Vith tearless eyes they see him wear his chains, 
^d onward drove towards Egypt's gloomy plains j 
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170 THE TRIUMPH 

His mournful voice regardless stand and hear, 
Till in a winding vale they disappear. 

His barbarous owners no compassion know ; 
Like tigers wild, a savage fierceness show. 
Release to gain all hope now disappears : 
His wo is great, but greater wo he fears ; 
His star of life, which rose in bright array, 
Now swims in darkness round his gloomy way. 
To Hebron's vale on thought he swiftly flies, 
Round his dear home in fancy feasts his eyes ; 
Enraptured grows — his father meets him there 
With smiles of joy ! — -the scene dispels his care ; 
But like a dream built in the shades of night, 
That shows illusion at the approach of light ; 
So all his fancied bliss sinks where it rose, 
And barbs anew the darts of mental woes. 
Amazed, perplex'd, his thoughts with wildness fly, 
He thinks he hears his anxious father sigh, 
In doubt inquire, why Joseph stays so long, 
Hopes all is well, but fears presage a wrong. 

His brethren straight retire, but close remain, 
Their plot to finish and divide their gain. 
The gold they count with parsimonious care, 
And each receives of all an equal share. 
But Reuben — absent now — he knows no part 
Of this last tragic scene, nor feels the smart : 
On his return, runs to the cave with care, 
And calls aloud — ah ! Joseph is not there ! 
He rends his clothes, acquaints his brethren too. 
And cries, The child is not — and I ! — what shall I do ! 
The fate of Joseph i.s to him unknown, 
The worst he fears, but they were frank to own. 



OF TRUTH. 171 

The deed to hide from their indulgent sire, 
Is their next object : all in this conspire : 
An action vile, must have a vile disguise, 
To blind suspicion, and deceive the wise. 
In counsel vague, their thoughts and plans review ; 
At length resolve — and thus proceed to do. 
His robe they tear ; then, to deceive the more, 
A kid despatch, and sprinkle it with gore ; 
Next home Hebron's vale the vest convey. 
And thus indifferent to their father say : 

Behold this robe ! all tatter'd thus, we found. 
And stain'd with blood, alone, upon the ground ; 
It bears the marks of violence and wo. 
Whether thy son 's or not we do not know. 

Oh ! I am undone ! — Jacob trembling said — 
Tis my son's coat : Joseph is dead, is dead ! 
An evil beast his tender body tore, 
And tore his vest, then left it in the gore. 
O ! had some angel in that hapless hour 
Preserved my son from his ferocious power ; 
Auspicious days successive I should know. 
But now must languish in this vale of wo ! 

In anguish uncontroU'd he rends his clothes, 
Laments in sackcloth, and declines repose. 
His sons and daughters means consoling prove, 
The dang'rous sorrow from his mind to move ; 
But all in vain. Down to the silent tomb. 
He cries, I shall descend involved in gloom ! — 
Like raindrops down his quivering, furrow'd face, 
The full tears roll. How sad is every grace ! 
The cruel traitors anxious thoughts extend 
To Egypt's plains ; unknown their brother's end. 



172 THE TRIUMPH 

Perplex'd with fears, they have no mental rest, 

Incubus-like, guilt rules each labouring breast ; 

Their crimes they know have caused affliction great, 

And nightly visions ope oblivion's gate. 

All wretched are, perplex'd with this concern : 

Have waited long the Ishmaelites' return ; 

From Vi'hom at length they gladly understand. 

That they left Joseph hi the Egyptian land, 

A courtier's page to be, to service sold : 

A noble purchase for unworthy gold ! 

Th' Eternal Power that guards man's humble state, 
O'errules and turns the current of his fate ; 
A prompter stands in dread oppression there, 
And wakes sweet rapture in his heart of eare. 
Mid heathen powers kind Heaven his right sustains : 
Though distant are his friends, true friends he gains. 
As far as known, for probity renown'd, 
An oracle he stands with virtue crown'd ; 
In counsel great, yet modest and retired. 
For beauty's charms unrivall'd and admired : 
To graceful form are faultless manners join'd, 
A tide of feeling and an ample mind. 
On proper themes appropriate diction flows, 
Warm with soft fire- that in his bosom glows : 
Th' enchanting flashes of his beamy eyes. 
Expose the fountain where affection lies. 
A manly prowess, complaisance, and ease, 
Prove him an actor that was form'd to please ; 
But what charms most, gives lustre to the whole, 
Is pure, divine benevolence of soul. 

This humble page a prodigy appears, 
In action noble, though a youth in years ; 



F T R U T II . 1 73 

Soars unaspiring without lawless art, 

His lord's approval gains, and sways his heart. 

Sheer confidence confess'd his master shows ; 

The steward's office chief on him bestows : 

The treasures of his house, alike the fields, 

To Joseph's charge without restriction yields. 

His own his lord knows not, asks none to show ; 

Except his bread, he nothing cares to know. 

With this high office in his master's cause, 

He acts with honour, and obtains applause. 

Where'er you see him, though with charge confined. 

His look is cheerful, and deportment kind ; 

Pure as the morn which early zephyrs greet, 

With charms unwasted and a heart complete. 

At duty's call, both to and fro, he flies. 

Before his mistress' erring, unveiPd eyes : 

She faulty is, with passions strong and gay, 

(Till now, perhaps, she never let them stray,) 

Enamour'd grows with this ingenious one ; 

Her thoughts are tangled, and her tongue does run : 

Her simple words the Birds of passage sing : 

So round the court reiterations ring : 

The ladies there, disgusted, tell and hear 

The passing news ; some over- pleasant sneer. 

Zuleekha,* to defend her blighted fame, 
A dinner made, and forty ladies came ; 
By nice selection all, done with design : 
Those who had laugh'd and blamed were call'd to dine : 
Whose sparkling eyes — though often on the green — 
This much-famed Joseph never yet had seen. 

* The name of Fotiphar's wife. Persian writers give the 
following story. See Dr. Clarke's Commentary. 

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174 THE TRIUMPH 

Around the room of state, this circle fair. 
In gay delight are waiting orders there. 
Surprised are all the like unknown before, 
A treat so strange within a palace door : 
Fair oranges are served, and oranges alone, 
With knives well sharpen'd on a whirling stone. 
While in their glee around the choice repast, 
In Joseph comes — thence careless glances cast- 
When introduced, (unknown to them before,) 
At once their giddy eyes his form explore : 
Decorum to preserve they strive in vain, 
Wild erring flirts vsrithin their bosoms reign. 
The whole are charm'd, and in their strange amaze 
They inly sigh and steal a frequent gaze ; 
With eyes oblique, the fruit they try to peel, 
But cut and hack their hands with wounding steel, 
And cry, O God ! he is not man we know, 
But some fair angel sent to us oeiuw I 

The youth unmoved pursues his daily course ; 
His mistress' passion still is gaining force ; 
O'erpower'd at last, she lets discretion go, 
And makes requests t' involve them both in wo. 

The youth declines — conceals his blushing face- 
And cries. Behold my master's trust and grace ! 
All his to keep I have : the charge is great ; 
His wife thou art, and sacred is thy state ! 
How can I violate my noble trust, 
Harm such a friend, and sink his fame in dust ! 
How can I violate th' immortal laws 
Of God, of conscience too, and be the cause 
Of black disgrace, of mocking guilt and wo, 
And live forlorn a vagabond below ! 



OFfRUTil. 1 

With speech forbidding, thus, through virtue rare, 
He spurns her offer and escapes the snare. 
But still from day to day, with varied art, 
Her object seeks, and trys to change his heart ; 
But like a pier he stands, or frowning rock, 
To meet the storm of lawless passion's shock : 
Without a stain, pure as the lilied vale 
His virtue stands, amid the infectious gale. 

Chagrin'd to find her base proposals vain. 
To force resorts : resolved her end to gain ; 
His robe she seizes— takes him on surprise 
As from a wolf, with sudden dread he flies, 
And leaves his robe in her rejected hand ; 
Reacting passions now gain full command. 
Her purpose foil'd, her love to malice turns, 
And foster'd lust in artful vengeance burns. 
The servants quick she calls, who labour near. 
And pours this fiction in each shuddering ear. 

Behold ! she says, your master hither brought 
This Hebrew stranger, whom he perfect thought ; 
But ere I call'd he came into my place, 
Assail'd my virtue, offer'd me disgrace ; 
While in the strife I raised my voice in fear. 
Then out he fled, and left his garment here. 

The robe she keeps — a subtle plot pursues— 
His lord to show, to prove her tale of news. 
On his arrival — Hear her savage tongue ! 
She tells with vengeance what the youth has done ; 
His robe displays, affirms that as she cried 
He fled in haste, and left it by her side. 

Amazed he hears, and hears the story out ; 
Believes it true. What cause has he to doubt 1 



176 THE TRIUMPH 

His anger burns, his eyes with horror glare, 
Commands are sent, and Joseph meets him there. 
With artless innocence the youth appears, 
Submissive stands, and charge on charge he hears 
His saintly mien, reverse of crime or guile, 
If weigh'd, would show the allegations vile. 
Nor proof has he, nor friend to plead his cause, 
Alone he stands to meet the crushing laws ; 
On witness false receives his cruel doom, 
And thence is hurried to the castle gloom : 
With criminals forlorn he's numbered there, 
Alike their bonds, alike dishonour share. 
But Heaven's o'erruling power restrains the rsge 
Of envious foes, and lifts the humble sage. 
The jailer's favour gains ; he has the care 
Of gates and bars, and all the prisoners there : 
A great indulgence, yet the act is strange, 
But he is happy in the wondrous change ! 
By management discreet he shuns all blame, 
Esteem commands, and universal fame. 
More like an angel than the convicts there, 
No guilt he suffers, neither knows despair. 

Two men of rank accused,* in prison lay 
Where Joseph was. One morn, soon as a ray 
Their bars had cross'd, from dreary slumber rose, 
Quite disconcerted with the dread of woes. 
Observant Joseph, touch'd with kindly care, 
Inquires the cause, and what their sorrows are. 

With pensive tones they both as one reply : 
Know then the fact, we do not causeless sigh ! 

■* The butler and baker. 



OFTRUTII. 177 

Our dreams last night make gloomy doubts to flow : 
They augur something, what, we do not know. 
The butler said, I saw a vine, and lo ! 
Three limbs it had with buds, and they did blow ; 
The grapes appear'd ; then in ripe clusters hung ; 
The fruit I gather'd, and the bunches wrung ; 
The royal goblet rill'd : the king's demand, 
And placed it flowing in the monarch's hand. 

Then Joseph thus : To God, the wise, the strong, 
Interpretations secret all belong. 
Be not dismay'd, the dream is true and plain : 
But just three days you will with us remain ; 
Released will be, the king will grant you grace, 
Restore your office, and your honour'd place. 
When happy there at home, from prison free, 
O, then revert your thoughts and think of me ! 
Plead there my cause, and let your monarch know 
How much I suffer in this house of wo ! 
I stolen was from home, thence sent away ; 
Crimes none have done, yet here I'm doom'd to stay ! 

The hapless baker now his mind prepares 
His fate lo know, and thus his dream declares : 
Three baskets white I had, the highest stored 
With meats prepared for Pharaoh's royal board '. 
In flacks the birds came down, and dauntless fed 
On those rich meats upon my trembling head. 

To whom then Joseph said. The three are plain : 
Three days imprison'd here you will remain ; 
Then you'll be hung, and left to hang in air ; 
The hungry birds will come and eat you there. 

The days roll'd round and brought the dreams to Yiew> 
Th' events confirm'd th' interpretations true. 



ITS THE TRIUMPH 

One year at this time Joseph had been bound ; 
Then two more gloomy years revolved around ; 
Release to gain no prospect yet appears, 
Still God he trusts, the mighty God he fears. 
Th' Almighty speaks in dreams t' alarm the wise : 
Lo, Pharaoh slumbers and his visions rise ! 
His dreams complex, disturb his vsrakeful hours — 
Th' assembled sages, men of magic powers. 
Attempt solution ; but they search in vain. 
Their mystic skill cannot the dreams explain. 
In sore suspense remains the anxious king, 
And gloomy fears are kept upon the wing. 

Now thus the butler cries, Hear ye the truth ' 
My error I confess. There is a youth 
In bonds retain'd, who rightly did define, 
In every part, the haker''s dream and nine : 
His fall foretold, my sudden rise to fame, 
And Joseph is the Hebrew servant's name ! 

The monarch hears, hope sparkles in his eyes, 
To ardour wakes, and thus impatient cries : 
Go, minions, go ! and, with the .speed of wing. 
That son of Wisdom from the dungeon bring! 
The object of the call to him explain. 
That no strange fears may in his bosom reign. 

Through gates and bars the urgent mandate flies 
To Joseph's ears. Joy floods his anxious eyes ! 
His face he shaves, bathes in a fountain warm, 
Next chosen vestments deck his polish'd form. 
With grace inspired, straight to the court he hies, 
Where all the pomp of Egypt meets his eyes. 
Still he appears before the splendid throne 
With manners easy, artless, all his own, 



OF TRtlTH. 179 

To whom the monarch mildly said : I learn 
Thou canst solve dreams and future things discern. 
The sages famed have tried my dreams to know, 
But doubtful all. Can you the secret show 1 

Then Joseph thus : O king ! as thou dost live, 
It is not me — God will to Pharaoh give 
An answer true. The monarch straight begun 
The scenes to ope, and thus the visions run : 

Lone on the strand of a broad stream I stood, 
Saw seven kine come from the rolling flood, 
With weighty flesh : as on their forms I gazedj 
The shore they left and in the meadow grazed. 
Soon follow'd these up to the sandy shore 
Seven other kine, all meager, starved, and poor : 
Such hungry cattle, sickly, gaunt, and lean, 
In all the realm before I had not seen. 
These on the others suddenly did fall, 
With hunger raging, and devour'd them all ; 
But still were gaunt, retain'd their wretched look. 
And hungry still : then with surj)rise I woke. 

x\gain I slept, and visions new appear'd : 
Seven ears complete on one lone stalk were rear'd. 
Soon rose another stalk with mouldy rind, 
And seven ears all blasted by the wind. 
The wither'd ears at length the first o'erpower'd j 
So those full ears were by the lank devour'd. 
Then I awoke : doubts fiU'd each nightly scene, 
And still I doubt ; I know not what they mean ! 

Then Joseph said, O king ! thy dreams are one : 
To thee God hath reveal'd what shall be done ! 
The number seven is sacred to the skies. 
The key of knowledge to direct the wise. 



180 THE TRIUMPH 

The seven of A;ine, alike the seven of cars, 
Appear as signs of seven successive years. 
Yes, seven full autumns shall o'er Egypt reign, 
Then seven of dearth will follow on their train. 
So all must feel, from youth to trembling age, 
Pale, meager famine's all-devouring rage. 
The signs twice seen confirm the visions true : 
What Heaven hath said his mighty arm will do. 
For this indulgence grant ; I now advise 
The king some one to choose, discreet and wise ; 
A steward of the realm let him be made, 
Conjoin'd with officers to give him aid, 
To guard the plenteous seasons as they roll, 
And tax the grain a fifth part of the whole ; 
In granaries vast let all be stored with care, 
Those coming wants to meet as means prepare. 

As Joseph ceased, with gusts of warm applause 
The palace rung ; important was the cause. 
The king and courtiers all forgot to mourn, 
Hope triumph'd quite at this stupendous turn : 
The splendid concourse saw the noble schemes, 
And just solution of the royal dreams. 

With ardour Pharaoh then. Whom can I find 
In ail my realm endow'd with such a mind 
As this bless'd youth, whose expositions tell I 
That God's own eyes do in his bosom dwell ] 
To us this youth was sent for this wise end, 
To be our saviour ^ oracle, siud friend. 
To Joseph turns — Thou art my only choice. 
One sentiment prevails, one sounding voice : 
Prime minister thou art ! rule i.i this cause. 
Thy orders wise shall be the people's laws. 



OF TRUTH. 181 

Thou standst o'er all, except the crown and throne : 
Beneath these move : I hold but these alone ! 
Forthwith the monarch takes the bright starr'd ring, 
That proudly bears the signet of the king; 
On Joseph's hand he dooms the gems to glow, 
While round his form embroider'd vestments flow. 
A golden chain, inwrought with wreathen flowers, 
The badge of rule, that shows its laws and powers, 
Round Joseph's princely neck directly falls, 
Which throws a lustre on the gilded walls. 
Next takes the honour — gift of royal pride — 
In chariot, second, through the realm to ride ; 
And hear the heralds cry, amid the throng, 
Bow, bow the knee ! as rolls his car along. 

With signal honours crown'd, thus Joseph rose 
Above misfortune and his envious foes ; 
In court adopted, takes the king's gift name, 
Zaphnaph-paaneah ; title great of fame. 
Amazing change ! as sudden as 'tis great, 
From prison walls to palaces of state ! 
So late a slave, now in his chariot flies, 
And, phenix-like, from dust he mounts the skies I 

As was presaged, so by o'erruling force. 
The plenteous years began their cheering course ; 
The friendly Niie maintain'd an equal flow, 
And pour'd its richness on the plains below. 
Blights were restrain'd ; no winds destructive blew, 
Nor swarming insects all-devouring flew. 
Thus seven full years successive roll'd around. 
And Egypt's plains with Nature's gifts were crown'd 5 
Stores were prepared, as Joseph had decreed, 
All fiU'd and waiting for the time of need. 



182 THE TRIUMPH 

The dreadful sequel of the monarch's dreams 
Must now be felt ; hope trembles while it gleams ! 
Impediments are thrown mid Nature's laws 
To blast her aim ; nor doubtful is the cause. 
In vain the culture of th' abortive soil : 
The barren fields beguile the labourer's toil ; 
Succeeding mildew, insects come in swarms, 
And o'er the hills career the wasting storms. 
From year to year, bald, meager seasons rise, 
Hence Famine, elf-like, glares with horrid eyes ; 
Stalks o'er the earth, and with these gloomy years 
Imports to fruitless realms alarming fears. 
But in their want an earthly Saviour know, 
He wrought for all, to all his blessings flow ; 
To him their sufferings tell, with weeping eyes, 
And from his ample stores obtain supplies. 

The ghastly dearth is now to Canaan spread. 
Starvation howls, and fills the land with dread. 
The just and vile a general judgment know. 
Hence Joseph's brethren share the common wo ; 
Depress'd they sit, breathe lamentations dread, 
And wildly look — to whom their father said : 

Know this, Jehovah reigns, my children dear t 
Be not dismay'd, Hope dwells with mortals here ! 
Why look so sad, and on each other gaze 
With chilling wo 1 Awake from this amaze ! 
The tidings which I bring will make you smile i 
There's corn in Egypt, on the fruitful Nile I 
Go, thither down, my sons, provision buy 
Our lives to save : else we shall starve and die ! 
Yes, go ! you all may go, excepting one, 
Let Benjamin remain, the youthful son, 



OF TRUTH. 183 

To comfort me : at home the lad must stay, 
For mischief might befall him on the way. 

The sons the sire obey ; one common care 
The brethren feel, and for their toil prepare. 
The beasts were ready, sacks to hold the corn, 
And all were ready, as the glowing morn 
From orient chambers burst, and waked the air 
Along the vales. Oppress'd with gloomy care, 
The anxious brethren take a farewell view 
Of home, of friends, and then their way pursue. 
Along the road, which through the desert lies, 
Their hearts are pain'd, and thus reflections rise : 
Perhaps poor Joseph went this dreary way. 
And left his tears upon this speechless clay. 
Hark ! how the winds, that haunt the desert bare, 
Loud sighs and groans along the hollow air ! 
The angry stars reprove us by their light. 
And print our crimes upon the clouds of night ! 
The faithless, yielding sand no mark has kept 
Of his worn feet, nor tells us where he slept. 
Perhaps the youth forlorn, oppress'd with gloom, 
Sunk in despair, and found an early tomb ! 
But doubtful all, alive he yet may be. 
In bondage toiling, anxious to be free. 
If we should meet him — where he is should go — 
So changed, by years, we should not Joseph know ! 
Full twenty gloomy summers on have roll'd 
Since we in rage the harmless sufferer sold ; 
Bereaved our father, broke his heart with wo — 
Alas ! alas ! what deeds of wrong we know ! [change 

With changing scenes, their thoughts are wont to 
From day to day—the road to them is strange. 



184 THE TRIUMPH 

The plains at length, the city, towers, and Nile, 

Burst on their view : the boundary of their toil. 

A monarch's pride in one broad landscape lies, 

Along the Nile, before their weary eyes. 

With anxious hearts they hasten on their way, 

Th' imperial gates to pass in open day. 

With wonder they behold the crowds below, 

Like restless waves that round th' emporium flow, 

From realms and nations far to gain supplies. 

For broad o'er earth the gnawing famine lies. 

In droves the camels move along the strand. 

Whose heavy steps imprint the yielding sand. 

A busy world in miniature they view. 

And their approach will swell th' assemblage too : 

By hasten'd movements they are borne along. 

And now are there, all mingled in the throng ! 

Through ponderous gates they pass ; the spacious street 

Conducts them onward to the royal seat ; 

No sooner gain'd, before them stands confess'd, 

The lord of Egypt in his princely vest. 

The forms they use required by powers renown'd : 

Before him bow as suppliants to the ground. 

A stranger seems : yes, nothing does afford 

A sign to them that Joseph is this lord : 

To manhood grown, conceal'd in courtly plight, 

And his long absence quite beguiles their sight. 

But he is Joseph still, which time will show : 

His brethren see — but him they do not know. 

But Joseph knows them all, his eye can trace 

His father's image in each anxious face ; 

The scenes of youth, to Hebron's vale confined. 

In quick succession dance before his mind. 



OP TRUTH. 185 

Withal his dreams revive — accomplish'd now : 
With full consent his brethren round him bow. 
Their cruel acts to him their entrance brought 
Again to mind, which float along in thought. 
The measure that they meted— costly pain ! — 
Must now, in part, be measured back again. 
Himself he keeps unknown with hidden art, 
Affects a manner, acts a stranger's part ; 
Thus roughly speaks : I now demand to know 
Whence you all came, and whither you would go"? 

From Canaan's land are we, they straight reply ; 
Our lives to save, some food have come to buy. 

Oft speeches fair into our court intrude — 
Replies their lord— our wisdom to delude, 
And get our bread : to gain a trait'rous end. 
Conceal a foe in manners of a friend. 
We princes can divine — we hate disguise ! 
To spy the land ye're come — ye all are spies ! [fear, 

Shock'd by this dreadful charge, they quake with 
While Judah cries : My lord, with patience hear ! 
Your servants all are men of honest heart : 
All one man's sons ; we act no treach'rous part ! 
For food have come — truth in each bosom lies — 
O, spare us, prince ! Your servants are not spies ! 
In Hebron long have lived, the hope and care 
Of parents kind ; twelve brethren of us were : 
But one is not — our father for him mourn'd — 
He went away, and has not since return'd. 
The youngest one we left, his father kind 
Wish'd him to stay to cheer his troubled mind ; 
The rest are here, we are the other ten, 
And, as you see, are plain and honest men. 
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186 TIlETRIUM?!! 

Then Joseph thus : I think I understand 
Your artful plea ; but you are in my hand ! 
The truth how can I know from specious lies 1 
I've said it once, and say — that ye are spies ! 
I'll prove you now ; by Pharaoh's life, I'll know 
What men ye are ! hence, then, you shall not go, 
Except your youngest brother come down here, 
To prove to me that you are men sincere. 

He then retires, but first declares their doom — 
The watchful guards convey them to the gloom 
Of castle walls. How bondage feels they know. — 
Hark ! how the prison vaults resound their wo ! 
In gloom their state is wrapp'd : they cannot see 
What will be done, or when they shall be free. 

Alas ! they cry, our wives, our children dear, 
At home distress'd, and we imprison'd here ! 
Soon they will look with weeping, wishful eyes, 
For our return to bring them fresh supplies. 

With bars and convicts rude, convulsed with pain, 
In dark suspense they two long nights had lain. 
Now with surprise they hear the castle gate 
Resounding fly ; and lo ! in princely state 
Their lord appears ! They tremble at the view — • 
He sees their anguish and their terror too. 

Then Joseph said, I fear th' Eternal God ; 
The truth I ask, but Justice bears the rod ! 
Do this and live : let one of you remain 
As hostage here till you return again ; 
So when your brother comes, that darling youth, 
Shall know you true, and that you tell the truth ; 
Then you shall all be free — so understand — 
To come and go and traffic in our land. 



O P T R U T H . 1 87 

The rest may now depart with friendly care, 
And food take home for all your houses there. 

Agreed are all ; resistance is in vain 
In such a case ; but to themselves complain, 
And inly sigh*-contrition deep they show ; 
Their crimes review, the cause of all their wo. 
With aching hearts, thus in their wild distress, 
Each other chide, and all their wrongs confess. 

Oh, we are guilty ! guilty, all must say ! 
We sold the youth, our brother sent away ! 
His grief we saw, he told it in each tear. 
And cried for mercy, but we would not hear ! 
For this our crime, the judgment doom'd to fall, 
Has found us here, and fell upon us all ! 
Then Reuben thus : Did you not hear me say, 
Forbear to sin ! forbear the child to slay. 
Nor do him harm ? but you refused to hear ; 
His blood is on us ! Oh ! the doom I fear ! 

In Hebrew they conversed and made their plaint ; 
All talk'd aloud without the least restraint : 
No one within, they thought, could understand 
A word they said except the Hebrew band. 
When sent to Egypt Joseph was quite young, 
But still with ease could speak his mother tongue ; 
Yet through interpreters he spoke alone. 
Which veil'd their eyes and kept his skill unknown. 
His brethren's talk he heard, and knew the whole. 
Which waked emotions in his tender soul ; 
But kept them there conceal'd till turn'd aside. 
Then gave full vent to soft affection's tide. 
Thence he returns with an affected air, 
Repeats his orders, and bids them prepare ; 



188 T II E T R I U M P H 

One he decrees shall stay, the rest may go : 
The thought they dread, but no reluctance show. 
To stay is Simeon's lot ; so he complies, 
And Joseph binds him there before their eyes ; 
The rest are all set free ; still sorrow reigns, 
Because their brother they must leave in chains. 
Their sacks are fill'd at Joseph's own command, 
And each man's money by the steward's hand 
Put in each sack of grain with watchful care, 
That none should know that it was hidden there. 
Soon as prepared the brethren take their way ; 
Though bright the sun, it was a gloomy day. 
The loaded beasts, inured to toil and pain, 
Feel the huge burden of the bulky grain ; 
But onward move beneath a fervid ray, 
In clouds of dust along the trodden way. 
A joy the brethren feel supplies to bear 
To Hebron's vale : their friends are starving there ! 
But oh ! the thought that Simeon is confined 
Mars every joy, and tortures every mind ! 
Th' efTocts they fear that this dread tale of wo 
Will have on age : their father this must know. 
Emotions painful tear each aching breast 
Along the road. They all now stop to rest. 
While at the inn one opes his sack of grain 
His beast to feed, and lo ! with joy and pain 
He spies his gold, and to his brethren cries, 
My money is return'd ! here ! here it lies 
Within the sack, all open to be seen ! 
Amazed they stand and cry — What does it mean ? 
Who put it there 1 What hath God to us done 1 
Thus their wild thoughts in giddy circles run : 



O F T R U T H . 189 

In doubt they muse, nor can they guess nor see 
What the full end of all these things will be. 

Fair Hebron's winding vale at length they gain, 
With bodies weary, and their minds in pain ; 
But kindred friends to meet with joyful cries, 
Sweet salutations, and tear-raining eyes, 
Awake delight. Straight from the anxious throng 
Mix'd voices rise : Why did you stay so longi 
Have you been well ] The news we all desire 1 
Oh ! where is Simeon 1 cries the observant sire. 
Joy's sweet confusion spreads from soul to soul 
The circle round, nor try they to control 
The swelling tide, but let their feelings flow, 
Indulge in rapture, and forget their wo. 
But now they see that Simeon is not there ; 
Perplcx'd they stand, and on each other stare ! 

Then Judah said. Hear ! hear our tale of wo ! 
He is not here ; the secret you must know : 
We found in Egypt's mart a man renown'd, 
Like Pharaoh great, though not like Pharaoh crown'd : 
To him we humbly bow'd, with awe address'd, 
Explain'd our business, and our wants express'd ; 
But he was stern, nor seem'd for us to care, 
Down on us gazed with a suspicious air, 
And roughly spoke : demanded while he frown'd 
Whence we all came and whither we were bound. 
We answer'd frankly, told him who we were, 
Our native place, and all our business there. 
But he replied with terror in his eyes. 
To spy the land ye're come — ye all are spies ! 
The charge unjust oppress'd our souls with fear, 
Hence thus I cried, My lord, with patience hear ! 



1 90 T n E T R I U M P H 

Your servants all are friends, devoid of art, 
Sons of one father, all true men at heart ; 
To purchase food have come ; truth in us lies ! 
Oh spare us, prince ! your servants are not spies ! 
In Hebron long have dwelt, the hope and care 
Of parents kind : twelve brethren of us were ; 
But one is not. I told him how you mourn'd 
That he went off and never more return'd ! 
The youngest, 1 observed, we left behind 
At your request, to cheer your troubled mind ; 
The rest are here, I said, we are the other ten, 
And, as you see, are plain and honest men. 

The princely man replied, I think I know 
Your artful pleas. The proof you now shall show ! 
Deception reigns ! the world is full of lies ! 
I've said it once, and say— ^that ye are spies ! 
You shall be proved ; by Pharaoh's life, I'll know 
Your deep designs ; hence, then, you shall not go 
Unless your youngest brother come down here 
To prove this point, that you are men sincere. 

He then withdrew ; but first declared our doom ; 
The ready guards then took us to the gloom 
Of prison walls, where we were forced to know 
Three doleful days of unremitting wo. 
At length the bolts flew back, ope went the gate 
Of our dark jail ; and lo ! in princely state 
The man appear'd ! We wept, with terror shook ; 
Our dread he saw, and mildly thus he spoke : 

This you must know, I fear Almighty God ; 
The truth I ask, but Justice sways the rod. 
Do this and live : let one of you remain 
As hostage here till you return again j 



OFTRUTH. 191 

So when your brother comes, that tender youth, 
I then shall know that you have told the truth ; 
Thence you shall all be free to traffic here, 
And come and go without annoying fear. 
Moreover said we must to this agree, 
That his selection should the hostage be. 

So Simeon he took, nor stopp'd t' explain, 
But in our presence bound him with a chain ; 
Then bid us go, and to our houses bear 
The precious grain that was so needful there. 
So we came off in haste, in heart depress'd, 
And musing came. At noon we stopp'd to rest. 
The beasts to feed. The truth I now declare, 
One oped his sack and found his money there. 
Now what this means I do not understand : 
Perhaps a plot of some designing hand. 
Such dubious news we bring, such are our woes, 
But what the end will be no mortal knows. 

They next proceed the passive beasts t' unload : 
With burdens great they weary long have stood ; 
The loads unbind the precious grain to store, 
Which cost them toil, and cost them shining ore."^ 
The sacks they empty. Strange ! O wondrous gain ! 
Out rolls their money with the pouring grain : 
The whole they paid is there ! Amazed they stand 
And cry, Why was this done 1 By whose command 1 
Mysterious all ! no means have we to know, 
Why strangers should such acts to strangers show ! 
'Twas done by secret hands with deep design 
Of good or ill ; but which we can't divine ; 
So it must rest — quite useless to review — 
Till time unborn shall give a certain clew. 



192 THE TR lU MPII ; 

Thro' Jacob's troubled mind thought follow'd thought 
In rapid course. The news his sons had brought 
Inflicted wound on wound ; his wo to hide 
His years forbid ; so he lamenting cried : 

Me, oh ! ye have bereaved of children dear ! 
My gray hairs mourn. What comfort have I herel 
Joseph is gone : his bones unburied lie, 
Bleach'd on the sand, beneath a stormy sky ; 
And Simeon you left in bonds and wo 
In Egypt fear ; his end I fear to know ! 
So I'm bereaved. My youth is lost in years 
My strength decay'd, my mind depressed with fears, 
And Benjamin, you want to take from me : 
These things are all against me now you see ! 

Next Reuben thus : My father ! do forbear, 
Dismiss your doubts, and all this gloomy care I 
Give Benjamin to me : Heaven will sustain 
The youth, and send him to your arms again. 
I'll pledge my life — yes, my two children dear, 
That I will keep him, and return him here ! 

Then Jacob said, I must be ardent too : 
No, no — the lad shall not go down with you ! 
His mate is dead — poor orphan left alone ! 
I mischief fear, I fear a tyrant's throne ! 
Around my grave you soon would have to mourn 
If he should go, and not to me return. 

With signs disastrous, stilljO'er Hebron's vales 
The famine hangs, and every prospect fails ; 
Their scanty stores are sinking every day, 
And ghastly Death is waiting for his prey. 
All hearts are faint — still greater woes they fear — 
Want strikes the eye, and plaints afflict the ear. 



F T R U T II . 1 93 

Hence Jacob cries, My sons, go down again 
To Egypt's stores, and purchase us some grain, 
Or we shall perish soon with hunger here ; 
The dearth is great, but greater dearth is near ! 

This Judah hears, and ardently replies : 
We shall be taken, and condemn'd as spies, 
Unless the lad attend us to the view 
Of that great man, to prove our statements true ; 
Who sternly said, his face we should not see 
Except he came. So stands the dark decree ! 

His father sigh'd, and thus his chidings ran : 
Why did you use me so, to tell the man 
You had a brother, tender, young, and fair. 
To age a solace, and to age a care 1 

The man, said Judah, anxious did appear 
To know our state, and all our kindred here. 
Is your aged father yet alive 1 he asked, and said, 
One of your brothers, you observed, is dead — 
Have you another brother 1 Kindly so 
Inquired of us, and much he wish'd to know. 
Quite as the tenor of these questions run, 
So we replied. What else could we have done 1 
The truth we told : we thought of no design 
He had to injure us, or thee, or thine. 
We could not know that he would us demand 
To bring him there, before his face to stand ; 
But so he did. Now since the case is so. 
The lad consign to me, then we will go , 
The charge I'll take alone, and with my hand 
Restore him harmless to his native land. 
I'll pledge my life — require his life of me, 
If I prove faithless to my vows and thee : 



1 94 T H E T R I U M P 12 

The blame I'll bear, yes, bear it all alone ;; 

To save his life I'll sacrifice my own ! 

Had we not linger'd thus, thus vainly mourn'd. 

We might have gone, and ere this time return'd ; 

To action we must rise while help is nigh, 

Or we shall perish, and our kindred die. 

This Jacob heard, and, bending to his wo, 
Thus mildly answer'd : If it must be so, 
Do this, my sons : a present rich prepare 
Of fruit the prime and best ; with dainties rare 
Your vessels fill ; take balm, some almonds new, 
Frankincense, myrrh, sweet oil, and honey too ; 
And double money take, yes, take the same 
That in your sacks was found ; for fear of blame 
Bear it in hand, and make that matter right : 
The fact you'il learn, perhaps an oversight. 
Yes, take your brother too, to crown the plan ; 
Arise and go, and see once more the man ! 
O, may Almighty God you mercy give 
The prince to see, his favour gain and live ! 
Bring Simeon home, who there in bondage lies, 
And Benjamin return to cheer my eyes : 
If I'm bereaved of these, my children dear, 
I am bereaved. What comfort have I here 1 

In haste prepared — prepared with every thing 
Pursuant to the plan the end to bring. 
With heavy hearts, amid the morning's smile. 
They take their journey towards the land of Nile ; 
Afraid to go, yet want forbids their stay : 
Impressions dreary haunt them every day. 
In mind they bear their father's gloomy fears. 
His weight of trials on his weight of years. 



OFTRUTH. 195 

The woes at home they dread, but, more than all, 
That some mishap will Benjamin befall. 
Their conscious wrongs prophetic, tell of harm : 
They fear the vengeance of th' avenging x\rm. 
What woes they are to meet to them unknown, 
Mid heathen courtiers, and a monarch's throne. 
Such boding fears arise, and round them wait. 
From step to step to the imperial gate. 
With dread they gaze, and pass from street to street, 
Through bustling crowds, the lordly man to meet : 
To see him anxious, yet afraid to know 
What he will say^ and what his power may do. 
At length they pause before the office-gate. 
Where, in meek guise, the band of brothers wait. 
Out Joseph looks, and spies, with transient stare, 
That his young brother, Benjamin, is there I 
With secret joy he quickly hies from view, 
But tells his steward, first, what he must do. 

Bring to my palace all these men of care, 
With all their beasts, and make them happy there ! 
All thinge arrange, a feast prepare and slay : 
For these plain men shall dine with me to-day. 

The steward, faithful to his lord's command. 
Conducts this meek, dejected, humble band 
With all their beasts ; but they cannot divine 
Why they are summon'd with their lord to dine. 
His marble dome they view — in what high state 
He lives they see. Wide flies the pond'rous gate 
Of brazen frame, impell'd by hidden art ; 
They enter doubting, and with trembling heart. 
Alarm'd they grow : some secret plot, they fear, 
Is deeply laid t' ensnare and keep them here ! 



196 THE TRIUMPH 

Perhaps, said one, the money which we found 
Within our sacks may be the artful ground 
Of charges false ; hence, on us they may fall 
With seeming justice, and condemn us all 
As sordid felons ; then our beasts demand ; 
So make us bondmen in this heathen land. 

While whispering thus they gain the palace door, 
Which open stands, and shows the marble floor 
Of the resounding hall. Thus Judah breaks 
The silence there, while every muscle quakes, 
(The steward, stops to hear.) O, sir ! you know 
We came into this realm, some time ago, 
To purchase food ; the truth I do declare. 
Our sacks we oped, and found our money there, 
All in full weight ; the fact we frankly show : 
By whom, or why 'twas done, we do not know ; 
But the same money we have brought in hand : 
Lo, here the treasure is at your command ! 

The steward heard, and smiling, thus replied. 
Peace be to you, nor let dark fears abide 
Within your heart. Your God, in sacks, you see, 
Hath given your treasure, and that treasure free. 
I had your money ; time may yet unfold 
Why it was done, and who return'd your gold. 

All fears are quell'd, joy fills the place of gloom ; 
They onward pass to a capacious room 
For them prepared. The ready servants bring 
Cool, limped water, from the bubbling spring 
Their feet to bathe ; the beasts in stalls are (aJl : 
Attentions great to humble strangers paid ! 
With bounding heart, here Simeon they meet. 
From prison brought : each other kindly greet ; 



O F T R U T II . 1 97 

Their words are rapture, and their actions joy ! 
What else could be 1 Now they the time employ 
The presents to prepare, in order fine, 
Their lord to give when he shall come to dine. 
Time swiftly flies. A sound diverts their ears, 
The palace echoes — lo ! their lord appears 
In royal robes, with pleasure in his eyes, 
And stands before them in an artful guise. 
With servile bows the brethren meet the floor, 
And show him reverence as they did before, 
Now, in plain mode, their bulky gifl bestow, 
And, smiling, say withal, These fruits did grow 
Around our home on Hebron's hills and plains. 
To many known. To show that good-will reigns, 
We gather'd these, our father's giftj and he 
Sent them by us, with kind respects to thee. 
With love's sweet transport Joseph's bosom burns, 
For all the gifts his courtly thanks returns, 
And thus inquires ; but in Egyptian tongue : 
Have you been well ] Why did you stay so long 1 
How is your father now of whom you spoke, 
The man of years whose heart was almost broke, 
Because his son was lost and never found 1 
Is the old man alive, in health, and sound 
With all his wo 1 Their ready answers told 
The truth — they mildly said : Your servant old, 
Our father, is alive, in health appears. 
Though bent by care and trembling with his years. 
These words were foUow'd by obeisance low : 
Each tone, each act, a yielding passion show. 
Around the group now Joseph casts his eyes, 
There, in the midst his youngest brother spies, 
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198 THE TRIUMPIf 

Benjamin by name, his own dear mother's son, 
His father's darling, tender, orphan one ! 
He deeply feels, and feasts his eager eyes, 
But hides his joy ; while gazing thus he cries : 

Is that your younger brother standing there, 
Of whom you spoke to me with tender care 1 
May Heaven bless thee, son ! and grant thee years 
To soothe thy father's heart and dry his tears ! 

There Joseph stops, he can no farther go, 
His heart is melting, and his soul must flow 
Should he the strain prolong. Away he hies 
And leaves the scene — straight to his chamber flies; 
There weeps aloud : the fine aflJ'ection glows, 
His full soul labours, and the brother flows : 
The tide of tender nature rolls amain, 
Till a reaction cools him back again. 
His face he bathes, the tears he wipes away, 
Resumes his firmness, and his manner gay. 
Then down he comes t' enforce his last command : 
To make all ready for the feast at hand. 

The servants haste, and for their lord prepare 
A separate table, piled with dainties rare. 
The Hebrew brothers here must eat alone : 
Such squeamish customs proud Egyptians own. 
The steward seats them round the shining board, 
As he was order'd by his rightful lord ; 
The first born, first, so all in order round : 
Each has his place, each in his rank is found. 
Surprising all — they wonder how they know 
Their native ranks, and why such notice show ! 
The food is brought in messes all apart, 
With skill prepared, and placed with equal art ; 



OF TRUTH. 199 

So all are served : the steward takes the care 
To give all portions, and an equal share, 
Excepting Benjamin ; he is more bless'd : 
His mess is five times greater than the rest. 
Nor he, nor they can guess, nor reason show, 
Why it was done, nor one inquires to know. 
A feast they have : all have a full supply ; 
And all are honour'd with their master's eye. 
No famine here. Within these splendid walls 
Profusion reigns ; and through the vaulted halls 
Sweet music rolls from chimed elastic strings ; 
Each heart rebounds, and the wide palace rings. 

The dinner ended, they are call'd t' employ 
Their vocal powers to aid the social joy ; 
They sound the pleasures of the mountain swain : 
Soft roll the notes romantic is the strain ! 
With active nerve their lord is prompt to hear. 
And feels sweet rapture in the general cheer. 
The treat is great, and all are happy there. 
No danger see, nor feel distressing care : 
All are together, all alike are free. 
And made as bless'd as travellers could be. 
But, oh ! how transient is such earthly joy ! 
A word may mar it, or a thought destroy. 

These men, said Joseph, have come here for food, 
Their time is precious, toilsome is their road ; 
Their wants supply to-day, that with the morn 
They may drive on, and to their friends return. 
Then tells the steward — whispers in his ear — 
How he must manage, and all things prepare : 
Fill every sack, he said, their texture strain, 
And each man's gold deposite with his grain ; 



200 THE TRIUMPH 

Then take my silver cup of curious mould, 
With secret hand inwrap it with the gold ; 
And in the sack the youngest brother brought 
Conceal it there ; then take no farther thought 
Till morning dawns. Here let them rest to-night, 
Then help them off with the returning light. 

The morning comes, from downy sleep profound 
The brothers wake : each heart is on the bound 
With joy. The beasts they load, then bid adieu 
To their lord's dome, and straight their way pursue ; 
Nor evil see — auspicious shines the day ! 
They sing exulting on their homeward way. 
Of home they think, that how complete will be 
Their father's joy his sons once more to see ! 
So, with light hearts, they tread the heated sand, 
Nor fear, nor think, that trouble is at hand. 

Hark ! Joseph cries — his object keeps in view — 
Go, steward, go in haste, these men pursue ! 
Demand of them with sternness how they could 
Reward with evil noble acts of good ! 
Tell them my cup is gone of fair design, 
In which I drink, by which I do divine ; 
And bring them back to me, that they may show 
Why they have used the prince of Egypt so ! 

Without delay th' obedient steward flies : 
They see him coming, anxious thoughts arise, 
But think in vain. They make a sudden pause. 
Till he shall come to tell the doubtful cause. 
With visage stern he comes ! high waves his hand, 
And with proud tones he utters his demand ! 

An answer I require, say, how you could 
Reward with evil splendid acts of good ] 



OF TRUTH. 201 

A silver cup is gone of bright design, 
In which my lord does drink, and does divine — 
There is a wrong. You know the rule of right : 
All secret evils must be brought to light. 

Why does our lord — the brethren straight reply- 
Charge us with this "? Have we told him a lie 1 
Have we been false ] Where has suspicion ground ? 
The money back we brought, the same we found 
Within our sacks ; we told the whole we knew : 
Our acts were honest, and our words were true. 
Th' Eternal God we fear ! How could we steal 
From our kind lord, and then the fraud conceal ] 
Come ! search us all, we fear no searching hand ; 
Our sacks and persons lie at your command ! 
If you the cup do find with any one, 
Let him here die his error to atone ; 
The rest shall all by one joint pledge be bound, 
To serve as slaves upon this royal ground. 

To this the steward readily accedes ; 
The whole to search immediately proceeds : 
The sacks in course are laid upon the sand, 
And, in succession, open'd by his hand : 
The eldest brother's first — but nothing gains ! 
ISo fears have they. Yet Benjamin's remains : 
His sack he opes — Oh, grief! — horror! — surprise ! — 
The cup is there, and sparkles on their eyes ! 
Astonishment prevails ! they smite their breasts, 
Th' unfeeling ground they stamp, and rend their vests ! 
The beasts reload, with every movement mourn ; 
Back to the crowded city all return ; 
Straight to the palace, sadly, they repair ; 
Still, for their coming, Joseph waited there. 



202 THE TRIUMPH 

Before his face they quake, loud sorrows pour, 
And prostrate fall upon the marble floor. 

To whom said Joseph with terrific tone : 
What is this deed — this secret deed you've done 1 
You know my fame : think such a man as I 
Cannot divine, nor hidden things descry 1 
There is a wrong. You know the rule of right : — 
All secret evils must be brought to light ! 

Then Judah thus. We know not what to say, 
Or what to do — there is, alas ! no way 
Ourselves to clear : thy curious cup, we know, 
On us was found ; nor proof have we to show 
That we purloin'd it not. 'Tis vain to plead — 
The charge sustain'd has fix'd on us the deed ! 
Our fate is seal'd. We have no more to say : 
Our pledge has doom'd us all this hapless day 
As bondmen to our lord : here we must lie. 
And let our starving friends in Hebron die ! 
All hope is gone— let now despair and wo 
Sweep all together to one grave below ! 

A deed that I should do, unjust, unwise, 
Forbid it. Heaven ! — Joseph straight replies — 
Let him alone with whom the cup was found 
My servant be ; the rest shall not be bound ; 
Hence you may go in peace, and bear your part 
Of toil and wo, to cheer your father's heart ! 

But this reply afforded no relief 
To Judah's heart : he melts in tender grief, 
And toward his lord he nearer comes with fear. 
The boon implores to speak into his ear ; 
Entreats him not to let his anger burn 
Against his servants, nor their pleadings spurn. 



OF TRUTH. 203 

Thou art renown'd, he cries, thy sway we see, 
In awe we stand to make our humble plea. 
Our lord inquired of us, if it were true 
That we a father have, another brother too. 
With fraud less hearts this story then we told ; 
A father kind we have, who has grown old ; 
To him was born a son of comely frame, 
A pleasant child, and Joseph was his name •, 
But he is not. Our father mourn'd and sigh'd ! 
Ah I no one knows where the poor orphan died ! 
Another son he has, a younger son. 
The child of his old age, a tender one : 
His mate is dead ; his mother for him died ; 
His father loves him, for him does provide. 

Then thou didst thus reply : Bring down to me 
That orphan son, that eyes my own may see y 
And that shall be the sign to prove you true ; 
Then you may trade with us and we with you. 

We answer'd thus our lord with words sincere : 
He cannot leave his father to come here : 
If he should come new woes would cloud his sky, 
And the lad's absence cause him soon to die. 
But in reply to this thou didst decree : 
Except he come thy face we should not see. 
So we return'd. Moreover understand ! 
We told our father of our lord's demand ; 
Who heard with grief the painful news we brought, 
And strong reluctance in his bosom wrought. 
But when our seamy stores were much decay'd, 
And want extreme required to fly for aid, 
Our sire then said — who sought the general good — 
To Egypt's stores go down and purchase food. 



204 THE TRIUMPH 

But we replied, It will prove vain we know, 
Except our youngest brother with us go ; 
The man we cannot see ; wild, evil eyes 
We shall behold, and be condemn'd as spies. 

With strong emotions then our father spoke, 
His visage trembled and his accents broke : 
You know, he said, my dear wife Rachel bore 
Two sons to me. But oh ! she is no more ! 
The elder son by mountain tigers fell : 
Ah ! where his bones are laid no one can tell ! 
The younger one if you from me should take. 
And ill befall him, my poor heart would break ; 
My days would darken, yes, my house would mourn, 
And down to dust with wo I should return. 

So stands the case. We therefore dare not go 
Without the youth, and whelm our sire in wo ; 
With the lad's life his heart is so conjoin'd. 
He could not live should he be left behind ; 
Hence we should bring down quickly to the tomb 
Our father's gray hairs, wrapp'd in joyless gloom. 
And this, moreover, you must know, ray lord, 
That bound I stand for him : I pledged my word 
To see him hither safe and back again. 
Or all the fault should on myself remain ! 
Now let the lad return, kind lord, I pray ! 
Here in his stead submissive I will stay 
A slave in chains ; while he and they depart 
To bless their homes, and cheer their father's heart. 

Lo ! round the group a strange commotion reigns 
Each eye, each ear, each feeling heart complains : 
To all a thrilling scene ! Affection's dart 
Vibrates the nerve and wounds each throbbing heart. 



F T R U T IT . 20( 

A brother's love through Joseph's bosom flows, 
Kind feelings wake, and hidden ardour glows : 
He hears, he feels, affections strongly rise, 
Now stronger grow, and rush into his eyes ! 
Th' imprison'd fire its liberty must gain. 
Which long had labour'd in his heart of pain ! 
Th' Egyptians present see their master's tears 
Flow with the rest : all strange to them appears. 
Straight from the room they are required to go ; 
At once they leave, nor ask— nor reason know ! 
The sons of Jacob now remain alone, 
And Joseph in the midst, but still unknown. 
Convulsed he stands ! now bursts and weeps aloud 
Before their eyes ! The wonder-smitten crowd 
In mansions near, and all the servants round, 
Hear with strange feehngs the uncommon sound. 

Now Joseph thus : You see a brother grieve ! 
I — I am Joseph ! Does my father livel 

Like marble statues all his brethren gaze, 
And speechless stand, o'erwhelm'd with deep amaze ! 
Thoughts rush on thoughts created by surprise : 
Belief and doubt, and hope and fear, arise. 

Fear not, come near to me ! — he weeping said — 
I am your brother — Joseph is not dead ! 
Your gain is great . lo ! on this distant ground, 
"While seeking food, you have a brother found ! 
My word believe ! I am the youth you sold. 
And doora'd a slave : you had my price in gold ! 
Yes, I am Joseph. I knew you when you came 
To Egypt first : I knew each face and name ; 
But me you did not know ; with studied art 
I labour'd to conceal my throbbing heart. 



206 THE TRIUMPH 

Austere was I, and used th' Egyptian style, 
But I. your brother, loved you all the while ; 
I grieved your tender souls that you might know 
Another's grief, and pity kindly show. 
The test has painful been, but that is o'er ; 
You felt repentance, and I ask no more. 
The rights and wrongs distinct are understood : 
You meant me evil ; God design'd me good. 
Then grieve no more for that, nor angry be 
With your own selves, for God is wise, we see, 
To guard the just, to make their sufferings tend 
To their own good, to crown some noble end. 
A slave your brother came, oppress'd with fear, 
Unknown to all, but God was with him here ; 
The orphan youth sustain'd in sorrow's hour, 
And raised him up to show his wondrous power. 
Your acts to him were free, yes, all your own, 
And not Divine ; but when your work was done, 
God's work commenced to counteract your plan ; 
His life to save, and save the life of man. 
From Death's dark gate a supernatural hand 
His life redeem'd, and raised him in this land, 
To rule and bless ; by Providence destined 
An earthly saviour to all human kind ; 
A father to th' Egyptian king to stand, 
Whose treasures all are left at his command. 
O'er all the realm he holds unbounded sway. 
His will and word the subject powers obey ; 
But he is Joseph still : let doubts not rise. 
His voice you hear and see him with your eyes ! 
Fly now in haste, yes, to his father go. 
And tell him all you see and all you know ! 



OF TRUTH. 207 

Tell him that Joseph lives ; his lost son reigns 
O'er Pharaoh's house and all th' Egyptian plains ; 
There tarry not, but bring him down to me, 
That my dea • father I again may see ! 
Of this dread dearth two years are only gone : 
Five more to come, and they are rolling on ! 
Go, bring your babes, your wives, our father dear, 
Into this reaLn, and I'll supply you here ! 

my dear Benjamin! he raptured cries, 
Falls on his youthful neck with raining eyes, 
And sobs aloud ; to all his bosom flows 
Without restraint, and seals of love bestows. 
They talk, they weep, and bounding thoughts employ 
To call back years to swell the mutual joy ! 
The sound is heard. The servants quickly hie 
To Pharaoh's palace, and the tidings fly 
That Joseph's brethren, fortunate, have come 
From Canaan's land, their rural, native home. 
And found their brother lost for many years, 
[♦And all are happy — happy, though in tears ! 

The king is pleased, and all his minions too, 
The news to hear : so wonderful and true ! 
Then Pharaoh thus to Joseph kindly said : 
Your friends have come ! Your father is not dead, 
I understand ; hence send with rich supplies 
Your brethren home to bless his anxious eyes, 
And bring him down ; soon tell them to return 
With all their noble race here to sojourn, 
A.nd feast and live : yes, let them understand 
That fields and treasures lie at their command. 

The sons of Jacob feel a home-bound care ; 
The beasts are loaded ; all now ready are, 



208 THE TRIUMPH 

With presents stored by Joseph's princely hand ; 

Huge wagons too, and horses waiting stand 

To wheel them up and roll them back again, 

With all their tribes, to Goshen's grassy plain. 

Creation smiles upon their painless view 

As they arise to bid the Nile adieu : 

With joyful haste they move, wing'd with desire 

To bear the rapturous tidings to their sire, 

That Joseph lives ; his gifts withal to show, 

And teil what they have seen, and heard, and know. 

When near their home in clouds of dust enroU'd, 
With transport sudden they their friends behold 
Beholding them : eye meets the flash of eye — 
They're come ! they're come ! — th' enraptured gazers cry. 
Around their father's door all mingling meet, 
And with sweet friendship they each other greet. 

The joy I feel no earthly tongue can tell, ' 
Their father said : his tears hke raindrops fell. 
How bless'd ! — how bless'd am I ! continued he ; 
My fears are gone, my sons I once more see ! 
Come, rest a while, and one sweet hour employ, 
Relate your journey, since it ends in joy. 

Then answer'd Judah with a moving tone : 
We have seen wonders. Wonders God hath done ! 
Good news we have to tell, our grief has fled ; 
We saw our brother ! — Joseph is not dead ! 

This Jacob heard, but he could hear no more ; 
His strength he lost, and sunk upon the floor ; 
As from a wonted sleep he shortly woke. 
His spirit roused, and thus he warmly spoke : 

Oh cruel friends ! who did my bliss destroy 1 
I have been dreaming, and my di-eam was joy : 



OF TRUTH. 209 

I thought my sons returned, and some one said 
They saw their brother— Joseph is not dead ! 
My heart was bounding sweetly, till I woke, 
A-s some one touch'd me, and my vision broke. 

Then Judah cried, O father ! do revive, 
[t is no dream, your Joseph is alive ! 
To you this news we bring — truth in us lies ; 
We heard him speak, and saw him with our eyes ! 

It cannot be — then Jacob wildly said — 
You. are insane ! your brother dear is dead ! 
His tatter'd robe you found, imbrued with blood. 
Lone in the wild where some fierce monster stood. 
And tore his frame : there that poor orphan fell, 
But where bis bones are laid no one can tell. 

father ! he rejoin'd, I own the truth : 

We have done wrong ; we wrong'd the saintly youth ! 
In some calm hour, what now remains untold 
Of facts we know, we will to you unfold. 
Kind Heaven is wise and just in all his ways : 
The wrath of man he checks to bring forth praise. 

1 would believe — O, help my unbelief ! 

Thus Jacob cries, I'm press'd with doubt and grief ! 
0, tell me, then ! — do let my heart revive ! 
But once more tell me — is my son alive 1 

Then Judah answer'd with a rapturous smile : 
That princely man, who reigns lord of the Nile, 
To whom we bow'd with reverence to the ground. 
In him, conceal'd, a friend no less we found 
Than our lost brother ; whom we could not know, 
So greatly changed by time, and rank, and show ; 
But he knew us : yes, knew us when we came 
To Egypt first — our language and each name ; 



210 THE TRIUMPH 

But, for just reasons, (this we freely own,) 
He tried us sore, and kept himself unknown. 
Though high in power he stands, his heart can feel 
He loves us all, and he is Joseph still ! 
"With presents rich he loaded us away, 
And bid us haste, and to his father say : 

Thus Joseph saith, thy son, thy long-lost son, 
Jehovah reigns, great wonders he hath done ; 
Hath made me lord o'er Egypt's stores and land, 
And Pharaoh's house : all are at my command. 
Moreover said. Go bring him down to me, 
That my dear father I again may see. 
Large wagons too he sent, and beasts a score 
To bear you hence— behold them at the door ! 

Quick Jacob wipes his eyes, and with a stare 
Beholds th' Egyptian wagons standing there, 
And cries, Enough ! enough ! — my soul, revive ! 
I cannot doubt — ^my Joseph is alive ! 
Now let me go ! O, give me wings to fly ! 
That once more I may see him ere I die ! 

With joyful haste they go, no hind'rance find ; 
Their flocks they drive, but leave their stuff behind ; 
At Beer-sheba they rest, and sacrifice 
To Abraham's God who rules the earth and skies. 
There, in soft visions, mantled with the night, 
The patriarch lay, and heard with great delight 
Jehovah's voice thus sounding on his ear : 
Jacob ! Jacob ! He answer'd — I am here ! 
I am thy God, dismiss all doubtful care. 
Go down to Egypt, I'll go with you there. 
And be your aid ; yes, on that heathen ground 
Make you a nation great o'er earth renown'd ; 



OP TRtJ T II . 211 

And bring you up, to show my power and fame, 
Beneath a pillar of bright cloud and flame ! 
Hence, go ye down, nor let vain fears arise, 
There Joseph lives to close your dying eyes ! 

They early rise, and soon are bless'd to gain 
Their promised region, Goshen's fertile plain. 
Along the Nile, as arrows wing the sky, 
Of their arrival swift the tidings fly ; 
And kindly light on Joseph's listening ear, 
Who stands o'erjoy'd the welcome news to hear. 
With active zeal inspired, he hastes away 
To meet his father — O, the blissful day ! 
High in his chariot sits, in princely guise. 
By fiery steeds impell'd, he swiftly flies 
On bounding wheels : his page the coursers rein, 
In clouds behind he leaves th' indented plain ; 
Soon in the distance spies the tented field 
Arid lowing herd : the sight strange feelings yield. 
As he draws near his feelings grow more strong, 
His chariot leaves, and hastens through the throng 
To find his aged sire. He sits alone 
In his tent's door : a patriarch on his throne ! 
Thence Joseph hies, and measures o'er the ground 
With nimble step, till, with transported bound. 
He falls upon his neck with flowing eyes : 
My father ! — O, my father ! — loud he cries — 
The long-wish'd hour is come ! — O, I am bless'd ! 
Thy face I see, and on thy bosom rest ! 
Hark ! Jacob answers, O, my soul, revive ! 
The lost is found — my Joseph is alive ! 
Here in his arras I lie, and God adore- 
Now let me die with joy — I ask no more ! 

END OF THE TENTH BOOK, 



212 THE TIHUMri! 



BOOK XI, 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Moses, a type af the Messiah. 

Moses born. — His life saved by Thermuthis. — He refuses to 
be adopted into her family. — He goes to Midi an — Jehovah 
sends him to lead out the Israelites. — Pharaoh rejects his 
orders. — Plagues ensue. — The tribes leave Egypt, and pass 
the Red Sea. — Pharaoh overthrown. — Manna given. — The 
smitten rock. — The brazen serpent. — Moses's death. — Eli- 
jah's translation. 



Wake, truth-devoted Muse, the sounding string-, 
Attempt the task the Hebrew Chief to sing ! 
His life renown'd through changeful mazes trace : 
A type conspicuous of th' Prince of Grace. 

Beneath a tyrant's dreadless arm he rose, 
And drew his early breath mid barbarous foes. 
The Hebrew tribes to waste, an impious doom 
Consign'd their sons, while infants, to the tomb : 
This dreadful edict Moses' parents knew, 
Hence he was kept conceal'd from public view ; 
Sequester'd there, by pious art sustain'd, 
This signal child three lingering months remain'd. 
But now in vain the project wise appears ; 
O'er their bright offspring hangs a cloud of fears : 
The king's decree bears an alarming sweep, 
And plunges thousands in the wavy deep. 
The hapless mother feels the most distress'd : 
Death all-devouring watches at her breast. 



OF TRUTH. 213 

She hears the Nile resound the victims' cries, 

While chilling terrors in her bosom rise ; 

Weeps o'er her charge, surveys his mingled charms, 

As he lies cradled in her trembling arms ; 

Till soothed by hope, and faith's successful aid, 

Then in soft slumber sinks amid the shade. 

But vain is sleep, fantastic visions rise, 

And ghastly spectres stalk before her eyes ! 

Her troubled fancy hears a hostile sound 

Of trampling feet along the hollow ground ; 

Loud shrieks of wo, attendant at the tomb 

Of infant martyrs, sound along the gloom ! 

While toss'd with dreams, an angel form draws near, 

And whispers, thus, into her frighten'd ear : 

Tiiough demons rage, and povv^ers of earth combine, 
Thy son shall live, with fame immortal shine ! 
Rise with the morn, elude the solar glow, 
Haste to the Nile where reeds and osiers grow ! 
Thence cull the verdant growths along the wave, 
An ark construct, thy favour'd son to save : 
Dispose him there ; I'll o'er the bark preside, 
And be his safeguard on the dang'rous tide. 

The common signal calls, she quickly wakes, 
The visions vanish, and the morning breaks ; 
In faith confirm'd, she rises from repose. 
With Amram join'd, the partner of her woes. 
T' obey the orders of th' inspiring Power, 
They seize the rosy morn's delightful hour ; 
Down to the oozy margin of the Nile 
They swiftly fly : a pleasure make their toil : 
The pliant reeds they gather from the strand. 
Which like soft osiers own their artful hand. 



214 THE TRIUMPH 

An ark complete they build, of proper form 

To swim the waves, and shield the raging storm. 

Therein with grief they place their infant charge : 

Tlie destined master of this humble barge. 

From the wild stream the treasure to secure, 

Among the reeds the ark they safely moor. 

Then toward the heav'ns they turn their wishful eyes, 

And thus invoke the Lord of earth and skies : 

O, save the child ! thou Power Omniscient, save ! 
Nor let him founder in a watery grave ! 
By skill Divine o'errule, restrain the rage 
Of tyrants fell, and spare the infant sage ! 
Let unseen angels vigils round him keep. 
While waves propitious rock their charge to sleep. 

Hark ! how the Nile mourns on its sounding shore, 
The reign of darkness, and oppression's power ! 
The Hebrew sons, to show a tyrant's pride, 
Are doom'd to perish in that rolling tide. 
What bitter tears along its margin rain, 
In sight of Heaven ! What vict'ries tyrants gain ! 
There wretched mothers stand upon the shore, 
And see their infants sink to rise no more ; 
While hungry crocodiles dash through the spray, 
And fiercely yawn to seize the tender prey. 

Conceal'd from view, above the river's flow, 
Poor Miriam sits her brother's fate to know. 
On burning wheels the sun is mounting high. 
And Night's cool wings no longer fan the sky ; 
The healthful stream indulgent calls to lave, 
And spreads soft pleasures in each limpid wave. 
Th' Egyptian princess seizes on this hour 
T' enjoy the batl^, and solace of the bower ; 



bf" TRUTH. 21 

The strand she gains with all her menial train, 
While the bright Orient smiles upon the plain. 
A noble turn the princess' mind possess'd, 
By learning strengthen'd, and by virtue bless'd : 
Her active goodness influence wide obtain'd, 
While soft affections in her bosom reign'd. 
A.S round she turns in contemplation free, 
Descries an object floating on the sea 
Half-veil'd with reeds : her maids obedient spring, 
\nd from the waves the prize with wonder bring ; 
The artful frame its lading keeps conceal'd : 
That next she opes : the secret stands reveal'd. 
Effecting sight ! an object meets her eyes 
That calls attention, and awakes surprise f 
^ stranger babe the honour'd ark contains : 
ie looks— he sighs— with wishful tears complains ! 
lis. lovely form to wretchedness destined, 
xcites compassion in the princess' mind. 

A Hebrew child ! she cries, thus doom'd to rest, 
5y some kind mother hopeless and distress'd ! 
^'hough dead by law, as thunders Egypt's throne, 
'hou shalt survive ! Til spare thee for my own. 
^hy guard I'll stand, and plead thy guiltless cause 
igainst the rigour of imperial laws, 
drew thee from the waves, and hence thy name 
hall Moses be .'—Child of immortal fame ! 
'he gods have form'd thee with a deep design : 
low strong the marks that in thy visage shine ! 
Tight star of wisdom ! though to kings unknown, 
'hy future power th' Egyptian court shall own ! 
•0, call a nurse to rear this signal prize, 
'hat the young stranger may to greatness rise I 



216 THE TRIUMPH 

While thus Thermuthis spoke, unseen, unknown, 
Poor Miriam stood, and heard each word and tone. 
I'll go I she said, straight from the shore she flew 
To call a nurse — an anxious one she knew — 
With joyful haste returns in the same hour, 
And leads her mother to the princess' bower. 

To whom the princess said : Here's work for thee ; 
Take home this child, and nurse him there for me ! 
I claim the prize, but I'll reward your care ; 
I saved his life, now he shall be my heir ! 

The child she took, nor let her joy be known, 
Nor told the princess that he was her own. 
Mid deadly laws the favour'd offspring rose, 
Safe in her arms without a hand t' oppose. 
Till by his guardian to the court was brought. 
Where he proud Egypt's ancient lore was taught : 
His genius open'd like a vernal flow'r. 
And show'd the strength of a superior pow'r. 
Yes, high he stood, a counsellor and sage, 
The pride and wonder of the boastful age. 
Poised on his choice his future fortune lay, 
To rise or fall in one eventful day : 
He must consent to be Thermuthis' heir, 
Or Egypt lose, and lose the princess' care ; 
Whose love confess'd wove in his nature ties 
That call'd for tribute from his heart and eyes. 
But how could he disown Jehovah's cause. 
Contemn his worship, and despise his laws 1 
The realm he saw accursed, there vengeance lower'd, 
And idols vile were every where adored ! 
His kindred still he loved, and kept in sight 
Truth's holy cause, and the eternal Light. 



OF TRUTH. 217 

What though caiessM, and in the portal stood 
Of princely fame : he saw a greater good ; 
And saw the end should he prefer the fate 
To swim on glory in th' Egyptian state. 
Hence, gaudy robes, the palace, conquest, power, 
Fame's starry crown, and pleasure's wanton bower — 
All he refused : sway'd by inspiring grace, 
He chose to suffer with the Hebrew race. 
Unmoved by frowns, against persuasion's voice 
Like rock he stood : tenacious of his choice ; 
Born and sustain'd to plead the sufferer's cause, 
To ransom Israel, and to give them laws. 

When forty summers had roll'd o'er his head 
In Egypt's realm, to Midian wilds he fled. 
And forty years a stranger there remain'd, 
Matured in wisdom, and to hardships train'd : 
A rural life he led, with herds retired 
In desert vales, yet ardent and inspired. 
As on he went toward Horeb's lonely height, 
Full in his course a wonder rose in sight. 
Night had retired, the orient beam'd anew 
When this phenomenon burst on his view : 
Clourds hover'd round, a circle glow'd in air, 
But, stranger still, a bush was flaming there : 
And that unchanged, amid corrosive fire. 
Excited wonder; wonder roused desire 
To trace the action of its hidden laws. 
And learn the secret of so strange a cause. 
By hasten'd step as near the scene he came. 
This solemn mandate issued from the flame. 

Put oflf thy shoes, and pause with dread profound, 
For where thou stand'st is consecrated ground ! 
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218 THE TRIUMPH 

I am thy God, the God whom angels own, 

By wondrous acts through ancient ages known ! 

Lo, Jacob's tribes in bondage still remain, 

By toil oppress'd, where heathens proudly reign ! 

In gloom they move beneath a tyrant dread, 

And lave with tears th' unconscious clay they tread ! 

Their cry is heard. Lo ! in my lifted hand, 

Stern vengeance waits to crush that guilty land ! 

The time is come, their bonds shall now be riven : 

Their cause is enter'd in the court of Heaven. 

My oath is seal'd, the changeless truth must stand : 

They shall be ransom'd by a mighty hand ! 

Thou art ordain'd their Chief— assert their cause, 

Lead out the host, and I will give them laws ! 

Yes, lead them here, they through this waste shall roam 

To Palestine their ancient, promised home. 

Go, plead their rights, ray prompt vicegerent go ! 

Thy grand commission let all Egypt know ; 

I will be there, thy aid incessant stand, 

With death and wonders shake the hostile land ! 

To rule the herds — the herds were Moses' care — 
A rod he found, a living rod and fair, 
Of mountain's growth, unchanged by spoiling art : 
As nature form'd it perfect in each part ; 
This Moses wielded in his trembling hand. 
While thus Jehovah closed his high command : 

Dismiss your fears, a sign shall now be given 
That you're impower'd to rule, and sent by Heaven ! 
Throw down your rod ! — that instant in its fall 
Becomes a serpent, and begins to crawl ! — 
The serpent he takes up at God's command^ 
And finds it still a rod within his hand. 



OP TRUTH. 219 

Moreover said, Fear not a tyrant's name, 

This wondrous rod shall vindicate your claim ! 

The Egyptian king will interpose his laws, 

But heaven, and earth, and storms shall aid your cause ! 

With orders high, bless'd with Jehovah's smile, 
Straight Moses hastens toward the land of Nile ; 
Light round him shines, his doubts away are driven, 
In triumph bears the mystic rod of Heaven : 
Whose power occult will sway the air and flood, 
And bring down judgments from the throne of God. 
Thus strongly arm'd, the chieftain dauntless stands 
At Pharaoh's throne, and opens his demands ; 
T' assert his claim, th' Egyptians to confound. 
His rod becomes a serpent on the ground. 
Th' Egyptians do the same to all confess'd, 
But Moses' serpent swallows up the rest. 
Contempt and rage are to his orders shown, 
Nor him regard nor the Almighty's throne. 

Next o'er the Nile, while Pharaoh stood in view 
With his proud train, the potent rod he drew ; 
Its waves salubrious they see no more. 
But crimson torrents lave the winding shore ; 
The fish expire along the tainted flood. 
And all the ponds and vats are fiU'd with blood. 
Though with destructive weight the plague remains, 
Indignant still the harden'd monarch reigns. 

The wondrous rod again for vengeance calls, 
Down on the ponds and streams directly falls ; 
The waters swarm with life, thence millions pour 
Of croaking frogs upon the darken'd shore ; 
Through streets and fields the moving armies flow, 
And Egypt pines beneath the spreading wo. 



220 THE TRIUMPH 

But lo I the king like adamant remains, 

Nor owns the Power that o'er creation reigns. 

In quick succession plagues destructive rise : 
On Egypt's soil the rod of judgment lies : 
The smitten ground is cursed, and in a trice 
The dust of Egypt turns to noxious lice ; 
On man and beast the swarming vermin crawl, 
Hence Egypt's glory now begins to fall. 

Lo, swarms of flies appear by Moses' wandy 
The air infest, and trouble all the land ! 
The murrain plague comes next : like raging fire 
It spreads, and all th' Egyptians' herds expire. 
The fatal ashes cast by Moses' hand 
Descends in vengeance on the wretched land ; 
A grievous plague succeeds of blain and bile 
On man and boast throughout the land of Nile. 
But still the monarch stands, and rashly vies 
With Power unknown, and Heaven's just claim denies. 

As Moses lifts th' efficient rod on high. 
Careering vapours gather round the sky ; 
The vault of heaven is wrapp'd with clouds on flame, 
And peals of thunder shake th' ethereal frame ; 
The rageful tempest howls with ceaseles sound, 
And frightful blazes run along the ground ; 
While ragged hail in ponderous masses fly 
To deal destruction round the earth and sky. 
Now Pharaoh melts — now hardens into stone, 
And spurns the mandates of th' Eternal Throne ! 

Again the rod asserts the cause of right : 
The orient wind conies with the morning light 
Some plague to bring : through all one night and day 
Its course the same ; now lo ! in dread array, 



OF TRUTH. 221 

Poised on the skirts of this disastrous gale, 
With sounding wings dark clouds of locusts sail 
For spoil prepared ; on Egypt's coast descend, 
And through the realm the deadly swarms extend ; 
Before their sweep the vernal promise flies, 
The gay fields languish, and the forest dies. 
Amid the scene th' obdurate monarch stands 
With hateful eyes, and views his wasted lands. 

Another judgment comes with frightful power, 
Borne on the wings of a tremendous hour ! 
Th' ethereal orbs refuse their wonted light, 
Down Egypt sinks in hopeless, sullen night : 
A dreadful night of pitchy clouds compress'd : 
A darkness palpable ! All are distress'd, 
And sit amazed, or grope among the shade ; 
Too blind to see ; their gods too weak to aid. 

One judgment more awaits this wretched land, 
Tlien free from bondage Jacob's race shall stand. 
The haughty king will cower and urge their flight. 
When death's dread angel comes to rule the night. 

Ye tribes of Israel, hear ! their chieftain cries, 
In haste prepare the paschal sacrifice ; 
First from the victim drain th' expressive blood, 
And tinge your door-posts with the crimson flood ; 
Then gird your loins, put sandals on your feet. 
So all in haste the sacred supper eat ; 
And waiting stand until the sign be given. 
To turn and go to your terrestrial heaven. 

The charge prevails, all things are ready made 
As silent Midnight spreads her ample shade : 
Straight through the gloom the dreadless agents fly, 
And in one hour all Egypt's firstborn die. 
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222 THE TRIUMTH 

Their gods are crush'd beneath avenging might, 
And the whole kingdom trembles with affright ! 
Strange sounds are heard ; yes, wailings rise aloud 
From cottage doors and mansions of the proud. 
Death, pale and ghastly, every where appears, 
Groan talks to groan, and tears report to tears. 
Lo ! Pharaoh's heart is crush'd in this dread hour, 
And bows submissive to Almighty Power ! 

Go, Israel, go in haste, the monarch cries, 
Before the sun salutes the eastern skies ! 
Take all your herds, yes, all you have below, 
In peace depart, and bless me as you go ! 

As a dark cloud that skirts the western sky 
Advancing slowly to the distant eye. 
So Israel's tribes released, as Heaven design'd. 
Move on their way and leave their foes behind ; 
But no dim stars nor trembling needles guide 
Their strange meanders through the desert wide. 
In awful signs Jehovah deigns t' appear. 
To guide their movements and their hearts to cheer ; 
High o'er the camp a Pillar hangs in sight, 
A shield by day, a flame of fire by night : 
A leading symbol of Messiah t' come. 
Who will redeem and lead immortals home ! 
What power can harm, or what excite to fear. 
When the Almighty deigns to dwell so near ! 
What host or monarch dare with Him contend. 
Who wields the clouds, restrains the rageful wind, 
The night illumes, the stormy deep commands, 
And weighs the mountains in his lifted hands ! 

The marching tribes to Migdol soon arrive ; 
Lo, God is with them, and their hearts revive ! 



OF TRUTH. 223 

Their tents they pitch in liberty's sweet air ; 
No tyrant frowns ; at home, though strangers there ! 
God reigns above, around them what display ! 
On each side mountains and in front the bay ! 
The cliffs they see, and hear the Red Sea roar ; 
Such scenes romantic they ne'er saw before ! 
The rocky strand that keeps the waves in place, 
In order grand the tents and banners grace. 
There sweet content the ransom'd tribes enjoy, 
But they have foes, and foes will them annoy. 

Th' Egyptian monarch comes stern war to wield, 
Defiance stands inscribed on his broad shield ; 
Six hundred iron chariots onward wheel, 
By warriors managed, arm'd with glittering steel ; 
Swift cavaliers and infantry in train ; 
A mighty host that clouds the distant plain ! 

Thus cried a harbinger, whose tidings dread 
Soon through the Hebrews' vast encampment spread : 
By mountains barr'd, by armies and the main. 
The sicken'd tribes, despondent, thus complain : 

Why are we doom'd to die on this wild strand ! 
Were graves denied us in th' Egyptian land 1 
By dreams of freedom we are led astray, 
To mourn our folly in this trying day ! 

Be still, their Chieftain cries, all fearless stand. 
And see salvation by th' Almighty's hand ! 
His matchless arm will spread destruction wide, 
And maile you victors o'er the sons of pride ! 
Those powers of earth who vaunt in war's array, 
No more you'll see from this victorious day. 
Attend, ye tribes ! Jehovah's guidance prove, 
Strike now your tents, and on your journey move ! 



224 THE TRIUMPH 

Behold the sea ! Behold within my hand 
This Rod ! Here for the Eternal Power I stand. 
The waves he smites, and calls out to the flood : 
Hear ! O proud Sea ! the orders of your God ! 
Divide, ye billows, fix'd as mountains stand, 
And ope a passage to the distant strand ! 

All nature wakes, creation labours now, 
Heat acts unseen, while busy whirlwinds plough 
The rolling deep ; the troubled waters rise, 
Waves roil on waves in ridges to the skies : 
There towering stand adverse to Nature's laws. 
Like glassy rocks : how just, how wise the Cause ! 
The heated breezes in wild hurry sweep 
The oozy bottom of th' untravell'd deep. 
Thus a broad road is form'd amid the roar 
Of angry billows to the distant shore. 
With Heaven's defence the Hebrews safely glide 
Along the pass, nor fear the frowning tide. 

Night's sunless vault is o'er creation spread, 
As they in triumph pass the ocean's bed. 
Th' Egyptian host, in fierce and proud array, 
Urge their pursuit along the hallow'd way. 
But Heaven's high Cloud, which Moses' fortress proves. 
Through all the night between the armies moves ; 
O'er Israel's course it casts a flame divine, 
And on the footsteps of the ransom'd shine ; 
But in the rear a darkness fearful throws ; 
There God looks out, and curses all their foes : 
In thunder speaks, and sends them hailstones, sto-rm. 
Red, forky flames, and ghosts of frightful form ! 
Confusion spreads throughout th' Egyptian host ; 
Arms, chariots, steeds, and cavaliers are toss'd 



OP TRUTH. 225 

In wild uproar ; while busy spirits spring 
From car to car, and out the linchpins wring, 
And hurl them in the dark. Their steeds take fright — 
Their chariot wheels run off; and in strange plight 
They all are plunged in the entangling sand, 
And wrapp'd with gloom. Thus lay the hostile band 
When morning found them : haply by the light 
They found themselves, and learn'd their hopeless plight : 
'Tween liquid mountains press'd, far from the strand, 
And doom'd and cursed by an avenging hand. 
Too late their monarch saw, in that dread hour. 
That he contended with Almighty Power. 
In wildnesshowl'd, to Egj'-pt's gods he cried 
For prompt deliverance from the rageful tide ; 
But help came not, in vain was every cry : 
For none could save whom Heaven had doom'd to die. 
- The ransom'd tribes are safe, they doubt no more, 
Their feet triumphant stand upon the shore ; 
With wonder view the road through which they came : 
A miracle throughout of endless fame ; 
All raptured stand, and anxious to resound 
Jehovah's praise to all the nations round. 

Look yonder ! — Moses cries — behold your foes ! 
His high rod wields, and bids the ocean close : 
The waves released, obedient from their post 
Rush down with vengeance on the heathen host ; 
The surges huge o'er steeds and chariots roar, 
Their doom proclaim to the resounding shore : 
Ingulf 'd are all ; wide is destruction's gate ; 
No one is left to tell their dreadful fate ! 
Gay plumes, and robes, and instruments of blood, 
Like autumn's leaves float on the ruthless flood ; 



226 THE TRIUMPH 

Whose waves dishonour'd bear, with angry roar, 
Their pallid corses to the thundering shore ! 

The Tribes behold their fall, and dance and sing, 
The shore resounds, and all the valleys ring. 
Their lively strains, which breathe a pious flame, 
Bear up the triumphs of Jehovah's name. 
Now on his mighty arm they can repose. 
His word believe, nor fear disdainful foes. 

The ransom'd host rejoicing go their way, 
Through trackless wilds, led by the Pillar's ray. 
From bondage free, they find a transient rest : 
How sweet their song ! Will they be always bless'd 1 
Alas I their stores are gone ! Now dies their song ; 
Starvation ghastly stares upon the throng ! 
Now they demur ; sin is the cause of dread ; 
But God in mercy sends them daily bread ; 
Which falls in showers around the tented ground, 
For all is free and in profusion found : 
Like coriander seed, all white as frost- 
Delicious food ! — nor gold nor culture cost ! 
While forty years revolved, from day to day 
This bread was sent along the desert way : 
A miracle Divine ! a symbol given 
Of Shiloh, Christ ! the Bread of Life from heaven. 

The wand'ring Tribes see troubles new arise 
In Rephidim, where their encampment lies. 
Those dreary wilds possess no crystal pool, 
Nor living stream their burning thirst to cool. 
Aloud they mourn, and long for Egypt's land, 
In vain for springs they search the burning sand. 
Lone near Mount Horeb, they with wonder spy 
A pond'rous rock as ancient as the sky. 



OF TRUTH. 227 

Thereon with awe their chieftain takes his stand, 
And smites the rock with his effective wand : 
The rock it cleaves — lo ! from its wounded side 
Streams gush amain ! — their wants are now supplied. 
As Heaven design'd, the stream flows on their course 
From year to year : so boundless is its source ! 
The Rock is Christ, a type to Israel known : 
The Living Fountain, and the Corner Stone ! 

But now a plague the tribes are doom'd to know — 
Oh ! fruitful Sin ! Sin is the sire of wo ! 
A brood of wing'd and fiery serpents swarm, 
Inflicting wounds : there reigns a wide alarm : 
The subtile bane o'erruns the vital flood, 
Keen pain excites, and gangrenes all the blood. 
A torturous death to all the host appears ; 
Laud, dying groans rush on their frighten'd ears^ 
To heal the wounded, Moses' 'mediate hand 
A brazen serpent forms at God's command. 
Amid the camp, lo ! he suspends it high, 
Whose polish'd form attracts the anxious eye ; 
Which soon a certain antidote is found 
Against the Serpents' deep envenom'd wound ; 
Hence they with ardour gaze, and quick as thought 
Their wounds are heal'd : a miracle is wrought. 
A type of Him, design'd, who took man's form. 
His soul to heal, and potent Death disarm. 

Full forty years their ample rounds have run 
Since from the Nile the Hebrews' march begun. 
With winding track through wilds their passage broke, 
Thence on they move like clouds of wavy smoke, 
With banners spread ; who bear imperial claims, 
/S.n.d spread their tents on Moab's fertile plains. 



228 THE TRIUMPH 

Before the camp a region opens wide, 
Through which proud Jordan rolls a tardy tide ; 
Beyond its flow, in frowning grandeur rise 
Strong city walls built towering to the skies ; 
There mountains stand, with vales dispread below, 
Where milk and honey in profusion flow. 

Full forty years with constant zeal and prayer, 
The sainted Moses bore all Israel's care ; 
At length premonish'd by a voice Divine 
That he must cease, and his high charge resign ; 
Obedience yields ; and at th' appointed hour 
A transfer makes of his high trust and power. 
The son of Nun, a veteran noble, wise, 
The charge receives beneath the bending skies, 

Lo ! scenes affecting strike the heart and view 
Of every tribe : now Moses bids adieu — 
A long adieu to all ; ne'er to return 
While earth revolves, or stars ethereal burn. 
Mid sighs and tears, with calmness he withdraws, 
In full submission to th' eternal laws ; 
His arduous work is done this side the tomb ; 
Lo, now Jehovah calls his servant home ! 
From Moab's plains with secret joy he hies 
T' attend the orders of the ruling Skies. 
O'er Nebo's mount he goes to Pisgah's height. 
Where God appears ! — Earth rolls in waves of light ! 
By optic power, and Heaven's directing hand, 
He views the boundaries of the Promised Land. 
From that lone top the whole lies in display, 
Spread like a map before the face of day. 
With verdant groves, lo, Gilead's mountains rise, 
Rich with perfume, and basking in the skies ! 



OF TRUTH. 229 

t*roud Lebanon appears, and Jordan's source, 
With all the vales along its winding course. 
The utmost sea there meets his wondering eye, 
Which forms a bound, and laves the western sky. 
Mid lofty palms, whose verdure crowns the plain, 
Proud cities stand, and heathen monarchs reign- 
Meandering rivers flow, lakes glitter there, 

And Sharon's roses scent the balmy air. 

Spontaneous vines along the mountains run, 

Whose weighty clusters purple in the sun ; 

Wide fragrant lawns appear in native green, 

And grazing herds to crown the rural scene. 

There th' industrious bees dispose with care. 

In cUfts of rocks, their liquid dulcet fare ; 

And widely spread, as if to guard their toil. 

The olive stands, enrich'd with precious oil. 

Her richest gifts, o'er this prolific land. 

Kind Nature pours with a diffusive hand. 

Auspicious clime ! how pleasant and how bless'd ! 

Por Jacob's race a sublunary rest. 

But heaven above for Moses is design'd, 
n peace he dies, and leaves the scene behind ; 

I!elestial hands entomb him there alone, 

Vnd hence his grave to mortals is unknown. 

Approved of Heaven, among the sons of light 
lijah stood, and faced the angry night 

)f moral death : a daring witness shone 

''or Truth and Heaven. A leathern zone 

lis shaggy mantle bound— from Gilead came, 

ind wander'd far an oracle of fame. 

The prophet spoke— obedient Nature turn'd 

fer wonted course : the solar radiance burnM 



230 THE TRIUMPH 

The furrow'd soil ; the kindly, nightly deW 
Forgot to fall ; winds to other regions blew 
The liquid clouds ; hence mortals did complain 
For thirst — three years there was no dew nor rain. 
The fields were barren, and the brooks were dry ; 
The spreading dearth doom'd every thing to die. 

Against the prophet's life a storm arose 
Of earthly rage, and mighty were his foes. 
By inspiration led, to Cherith's wave 
He pensive came, his threaten'd life to save ; 
While there reclined, wild ravens of the wood, 
Though greedy of their plunder, gave him food : 
Their wildness lost, urged by an unseen Cause, 
His meat they brought, and served it with their claws 
Until the stream was gone ; then from the skies 
An angel came, who said to him, Arise, 
And to Zarephath go ! A widow there 
In want he found, quite busy to prepare 
Her last scant meal, the gleanings of her store, 
Enough for one small cake, she had no more 
For her poor self and child — their end seem'd nigh ; 
To eat it she design'd, then weep and die ! 
The prophet ask'd — nor did he ask in vain — 
To serve him first, with promise sure of gain. 
Affecting sight ! — she nothing has in store. 
The dearth abroad, starvation at the door. 
But generous still ! The stranger must have part ! 
By faith she lived, the Truth was in her heart ! 

Thus saith the Lord — Elijah spoke with aeal — 
The cruse of oil and scanty cask of meal 
Shall neither fail till copious showers of rain 
The air shall cool and drench the thirsty plain. 



OF TRUTH. 231 

And so it proved. The widow's saintly care 
The wand'ring prophet kept, and fed him there. 
Her generous hand drew from her scanty store 
From day to day, but still it grew the more ! 
Her heart was glad ; gone were her fears and woes ; 
But soon, alas ! another trouble rose : 
Her only son, in all the bloom of charms. 
Became diseased and died within her arms ; 
Her joys died too : her heart was sorely press'd, 
And to the prophet's ear her plaint address'd. 
Give me the child ! Elijah said — as clay 
In death congeal'd upon her bosom lay — 
To his high room he bore with noiseless tread 
The pallid corpse, and laid it on his bed ; 
Then stretch'd himself three times devoutly there 
Upon the child, and pour'd this ardent prayer : 
O Lord my God ! I pray compassion show, 
Restore the blessing, and remove our wo ! 
In this dark day the power of death restrain ; 
Let this child's soul return to him again ! 
The child revived, he instantly was brought 
To life again : a miracle was wrought ! 

On Carmel's height, beneath a hallow'd wood. 
An altar of the Lord in ruins stood : 
A lonely, ancient monument remain'd 
To tell to Israel that Jehovah reign 'd. 
This site Elijah chose, this sacred ground 
For Baal's priests, and all concern'd around 
To meet, and by an equal test to know 
Who should be God above and God below. 
All were agreed ; hence to the summit came 
To know the Power that wields the .solar flame. 



232 THE TRIUMPH 

The altar they rcpair'd in every part 
With chosen stones, without the gloss of art, 
Surrounded by a trench ; the wood was laid 
In order there ; the victim slain and flay'd, 
And on the altar placed. Twelve barrels stored 
With water pure were on the offering pour'd, 
Before the people's eyes — the trench around 
Was flowing full : so all alike was drown'd. 
3Now toward the heavens Elijah lifts his eyes 
With holy zeal, and thus devoutly cries : 

Hear me, O Lord ! hear, now, I ardent pray I 
And let this Trulh be known — be known this day,- 
That thou art God ! that I thy servant stand, 
And have all things perform'd at thy command ! 

No clouds were seen, and no electric flanie 
Flash'd on the gazing eye, nor thunder came ; 
But, instantly, upon th' astonish'd view, 
Down from the skies a blaze commission'd flew 
With course direct, and struck the sacred pyre, 
The victim seized, and set the whole on fir&. 
As Heaven design'd, it bore resistless force, 
Burn'd all before it, downward, in its course : 
The victim, wood, and stone consumed, and ground, 
Then lick'd the water from the trench around ! 
O'erwhelm'd with sacred awe, th' astonish'd crowd 
Prone on their faces fell, and cried aloud : 
The Lord, he is the God ! — the Lord is God I 
He rules the sun and sways a vengeful rod ! 

On Carmel's height Elijah pray'd again 
For clouds to rise to bring the needful rain : 
Knelt on the ground, fann'd by the balmy breeze, 
In soul impress'd, and face betvvcen his knees, 



OP TRUTH. 233 

He humbly pray'd ; while hence his servant hied 

The signs to watch upon the ocean wide. 

But naught appear'd till he had climb'd the steep 

Full seven times ; then from the curling deep 

A cloud he saw fly in an angry form, 

Small as a hand : it proved the brew of storm. 

Fierce winds awoke, mist o'er the sea was driven, 

And soon dark clouds obscured the glassy heaven ; 

Aloft; in air the floods began to roar. 

Like waves resounding on a distant shore ; 

Which soon descended in a copious shower : 

An earthly gift of an Almighty Power. 

Indignant Jezebel God's order spurn'd, 
And all her rage against Elijah burn'd ; 
From Jezreel hence he fled at God's command, 
And found a shelter in a desert land. 
There down he lay beneath th€ spreading trees, 
And sigh'd his sorrows to the passing breeze ; 
To die implored — he wish'd no more to know 
Of mortal hatred in this world below ! 
As sleep propitious calm'd his anxious breast. 
And sunk his fears in momentary rest 
Of pleasing dreams, an angel kindly came, 
And call'd, Arise and eat ! — and touch'd his frame ; 
At which he woke, and saw with joy at hand 
A table spread by some immortal hand. 
This twice was done ; yes, twice he ate the food 
That angels brought, whose virtues by him stood 
Through forty nights and days, while on he went 
To Horeb's cavern'd side where he was sent. 

Nor did Elijah meet a mortal's doom : 
Death's dart was foil'd : he never found a tomb, 
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234: THE TRIUMPH 

Nor fed the hungry worms. Behold his sphere t 

For ea]«th too good — Uke a celestial here I 

His outward form was changed ; o'er tombs and foesj 

Like Enoch the renown'd, he deathless rose ! 

The second Vv^itness of that promised morn> 

When human bodies shall from dust be born. 

Yes, Jordan trembled when his mantle struck 
Its. sullen surface, and the current broke. 
Between the roaring surges, hand in hand. 
He and Elisha walk'd on solid land ; 
Nor linger'd there, but left the broken stream, 
And, like kind brothers, on some weighty theme 
They talking went. High on the cloud-wrapp'd heaven, 
A wonder rose : — the curtain'd sky was riven . — 
A chariot came out on the ethereal field, 
Of fiery frame, by furious horses wheel'd ; 
Thence noiseless they rush'd down the starry maze 
Of heaven, the clouds like mountains in a blaze 
Beneath them glow'd : thus raptured seraphs bright 
Triumphant rode o'er waves of liquid light, 
T' escort the prophet home : the solid ground 
The chariot struck, and as it wheel'd around 
With lightning's speed, between the prophets came ; 
Elijah bounded on the car of flame. 
And as he rose, and left this mortal ground, 
His mantle dropp'd ; swift through the starry round 
He like a comet flew ; the gates of light 
The chariot pass'd, beyond the reach of sight. 
Triumphant change ! how glorious and how bless'd ;: 
From life to life to an Immortal REST ! 

END OF THE ELEVENTH BOOK., 



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BOOK xn. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The Shepherds'' Prophetic Vision. 

The Shepherds of Judea. — On the night of Messiah's birth 
the Shepherds have strange prophetic dreams. — The angel 
Gabriel is sent to the Shepherds' tent. — The Shepherds 
awake in great surprise, and see a strange light. — The angel 
delivers his message and departs. — The Shepherds go to 
Bethlehem. 



On Canaan's grass-clad mountains lived at large 
Devoted Shepherds with their fleecy charge ; 
Train'd with their flocks in simple Nature's school : 
Their prompter Reason, sacred Truth their rule, 
Contentment found in fields and fountains' side, 
Far from the haunts of vice and walks of pride. 
They shunn'd the trembling stage of public life^ 
Nor sigh'd for wealth, nor plunged in honour's strife, 
Nor understood the world's dissembling arts : 
Truth fired their tongues, and honesty their hearts. 
The great they envied not, nor splendour sought, 
Nor learn'd the doctrine erring skeptics taught. 
The truth they loved, traced Nature's simple laws, 
Admired her wonders, and adored her Cause. 
Their sphere they knew, on their own level stood, 
Sung nightly carols, and conversed with God. 
In rural scenes they spent each day and night, 
And made their duties their supreme delight. 



236 THE TRIUMPH 

How honour'd they, though rank'd in humble statx- : 
By man contemn'd, in God's account were great ! 
His Providence their aid, his Truth their tower, 
His Love their song in every gloomy hour. 

As potent Time his revolutions run, 
And o'er the western mountains wheel'd the sun, 
Dark, broad-wing'd Night came on the sinking gales, 
And piled the fog along the sadden'd vales. 
The distant hills no longer stood in view, 
Earth mantled lay, and the starr'd heaven too. 
While with Death's type fair Nature lay impress'd. 
The Shepherds gather'd to their bower of rest. 
Released from labour and terrestrial cares. 
They prostrate fell to offer thanks and prayers ; 
Song closed the evening rite ; with grace inspired, 
In faith confirra'd, they all to rest retired. 
In slumber soon were lost ; through visions deep 
Their thoughts were led ; amazed they lay in sleep, 
Till, touch'd by hand unseen, at once they woke. 
And hasten'd hence, and to their neighbours spoke ; 
Who wondering heard what God to them had done 
In nightly scenes, and thus their story run : 

While there we lay all wrapp'd in sweet repose, 
Heard voices strange, strange things to view arose : 
On wing a Trumpet spoke ; as that drew nigh, 
Wide flew the portals of the vaulted sky. 
Thence a white Throne burst on the anxious gaze 
Of vision's eye, bright as the solar blaze ; 
On wheels of fire it stood ; around it shone 
A rainbow broad, clear as a jasper stone. 
A sea of lucent glass before it roU'd, 
Lamps burn'd thereon in frames of burnish'd gold. 



OF TRUTH. 237 

Beneath its base a fiery fountain stream'd, 

Loud Thunder spoke, and dreadful lightning gleam'd 

On every side. High on the throne was ONE, 

Whose awful glory far excell'd the sun 

In cloudless noon : his snowy vesture ftow'd 

In dazzling waves ; the sapphire pavement glovv'd 

Beneath his feet ; while his tremendous eye 

Pierced heaven and hell at once, and earth and sky. 

A weighty roll with mystic scab he bore, 

Whose dark contents no seraph could explore ; 

A sword of vengeance glitter'd in his hand, 

And seven hoarse Thunders spoke his dread command ; 

While countless angels waited at his throne 

With awe profound, and harps of solemn tone. 

Down from his seat a cloud terrific came 

Of darkness dense, emitting forky flame, 

And hung around the earth : thence sounds were heard, 
And in each flash the broken law ajtpear'd 

All kindled to a flame ; full in the face 

Conviction flash'd of man's rebellious race. 

Straight from the throne, sent in th' Almighty's Name, 

Wrath's angels flew on volant wings of flame ; 

Wide through the void strange darts of wo they hurl'd. 

And came down swiftly to the lower world 

To bind inglorious man — such seem'd his doom — 

With chains of death and everlasting gloom. 
Then from afar another Trumpet spoke, 

All heaven heard, and deep attention woke. 

Forth from two mountains of celestial frame, 

Down from the north a rushing whirlwind came ; 

And in its trail a cloudy volume roll'd 

With an infolding fire like wavy gold, 



138 THE TRIUMPH 

Or amber bright ; straight from the whirling flame, 

As thought as quick, cherubic figures came 

Of wondrous make, with diverse faces four, 

And wings dispread, creation to explore. 

Four of these forms we saw, in all the same : 

Four faces had alike, alike their aim. 

The Human face was with the L^owV join'd. 

The Ox and Eaglets too : these four combined, 

Composed each form ; they look'd at once four ways : 

Toward heaven's four points they seem'd intent to gaze ; 

Whose bodies brightly shone like burnish'd brass, 

Or glowing gems. Amid them seem'd to pass 

A vivid flame, as burning lamps to view, 

And with each movement lightning fearful flew. 

And with these forms for action great design'd, 

A wheel appear'd within a wheel combined. 

With dreadful rings all fill'd with eyes of fire, 

Whose power and speed the Cherubs did inspire : 

With awful speed they went, and with the same 

Return'd again, all wrapp'd in radiant flame ; 

And as they flew their wings sent out a roar 

Like surges breaking on a rocky shore ; 

Or as the voice of the Almighty loud, 

When with strong peals he shakes the stormy cloud ; 

And like the voice of speech, or sounding tread 

Of rushing hosts, with martial trumpets dread. 

High o'er these wonders stood enwheel'd with light 

A crystal firmament that awed the sight ; 

And on its arch a likeness of a throne 

Arose, appearing like a sapphire stone ; 

And on the throne a likeness sat confess'd 

Of Man Divine, clad in a flaming vest ; 



OF TRUTH. 239 

Around him hung a many-colour'd Bow, 
The sign of mercy to the world below. 
Down to his feet his lustrous garments flow'd, 
And round his waist the gold of Uphaz glow'd ; 
As snow his locks appear'd ; his visage shone 
Like Morning riding on the cloudless sun ; 
His feet as brass immersed in fiery streams ; 
Wide o'er creation flash'd his visual beams ; 
High rose his voice as the hoarse deluge roar'd, 
And from his mouth went out a flaming sword. 
Seven banded stars blazed in his dexter hand, 
And in his left a banner of command. 
On his broad girdle hung the ponderous keys 
Of Death and Hell ; the arcanum of decrees 
Lay in his view ; wing'd heralds sent a sound 
Before his car, and waved their wands around. 
Celestial beings throng'd th' ethereal plains 
With golden harps, who play'd unearthly strains ; 
But o'er their notes, on sounding wings of fire, 
We heard a cry — There comes the Lord, Messiah ! 

Hail, Power Divine ! the great Messiah exclaim'd — 
The end is come, the awful crisis named 
In Heaven's archives. I see a gathering storm 
With vengeance fraught. I hear the dread alarm ! 
But lo ! I come to plead the cause of man. 
The lost to save, t' effect redemption's plan ! 
Celestial harps, for one half hour be still. 
While God, the Sire, proclaims his sovereign will ! 

Th' Eternal spoke : his words in flame were given, 
And thrilling echoes fiU'd the vaulted heaven : 
O'er yonder orb that swims in borrow'd rays 
And cloudy skies, my fearful judgments blaze — 



240 THE T R I U xM P It 

Inglorious man, in whom my image shone, 
Has vilely fallen and renounced my throne ; 
Hence he must be immured with fiends beloW) 
In chains of darkness and eternal wo, 
Unless a prompt equivalent be given 
To equiponderate the scale of heaven ; 
The law immutable entire must stand, 
Nor yield a fraction of its whole demand. 
But could man bring an offering free of tears, 
Enough to quench the flame of burning spheres 5 
With howls of wo outvie the ocean's roar. 
And from his heart his life in torrents pour, 
All would be vain : naught can for sin atone 
Unless the offering Justice kindly own. 
The cause requires^ nor less the wise design, 
Two natures join'd, the Human and Divine : 
The manhood must expire, the life must flow 
For man's offence by an official blow. 
Then free salvation would benignly roll 
Through all the world, in reach of every souL 
Were such an offering now imbrued in blood 
On the high altar of the changeless God, 
A jubilee sublime all heaven would keep, 
And Justice' sword on Mercy's bosom sleep ; 
Yes, man I would release from Judgment's claim, 
His soul absolve, build up his fallen fame, 
With grace his heart illume, on lofty ground 
His feet exalt o'er death and hell profound. 

With awe we heard ; as the last sentence died 
Upon our ears, th' Eternal Son replied : 

Omniscient Power ! all-glorious is thy Throne ; 
Th' adoring host thy awful mandates own ! 



I OF TRUTH. 241 

Thy laws are perfect, just are all thy claims : 
There is a cause — a cause why vengeance flames :' 
Ungrateful man has broken thy decree : 
Thou madest him happy, and ordain'd him free : 
Hence dark destruction, housed in Judgment's stores, 
Hangs o'er his guilty orb, and loudly roars. 
But, lo ! I've come to plead the culprit's cause, 
His debt t' assume, and vindicate the laws ; 
The tragic seals to ope of Heaven's dark roll, 
And in vile dust wrap my Eternal Soul. 
These radiant courts I'll leave, unite by birth 
With man, and be a citizen of Earth : 
The rage of kings, the scorn of skeptics know, 
[Temptations vile and ignominious wo; 
I There let my glory sink in thankless dust,- 
1 By man be tortured, and for man be cursed. 
The Serpent's head I'll bruise, disarm his might. 
Drive Error hence, and fill the world with light ! 
Should demons rage, proud tyrants on me fall, 
Man's debt I'll pay, and ransom him from thrall. 
Love — love Divine inspires my ardent plea, 
jIn justice spare — spare wretched man for me ! 
jLet not thy wrath the \vorId to ruin give, 
jSmite me ! — smite me, but let the rebel live ! 
jMy blood shall flow, my spotless life be given, 
|T' exonerate him from the curse of Heaven ; 
jMy life accept in the trangressor's stead ; 
Pour all thy vengeance on my sinless head ! 
The winepress I will tread, alone there stand, 
i.\nd bear the crush of thy Almighty hand. 
iLet death and anguish beat upon my soul, 
A.ud clouds, and storms, and darkness round me roll, 
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Till suffering shall complete the grand design, 
And vindicate in full the cause Divine ! 
Then back with fame triumphant I will fly 
Through the broad portals of the starry sky, 
With clouds of witnesses, whom I shall win 
From Death's domain, redeem'd from wo and sin ; 
Whose harps shall sound, The victory is won ! 
And swell the plaudits round the Eternal Throne. 

Thy prayer is heard : — the Father makes reply : 
Th' impending doom shall in suspension lie : 
The culprit I will spare, the test and laws 
Shall stand, that Grace may triumph in his cause. 
His night-clad orb, where Death and Sin are join'd, 
Immortal Shiloh ! is to thee consign'd ! 
Go, Son of Light ! with mortal flesh array'd. 
Announce thy claim, and break th' involving shade ; 
Through Error's maze th' apostate race pursue, 
And heaven disclose upon their darken'd view. 
From their abode repulse th' invading Foe, 
And Peace recall to claim her seat below. 
Good tidings preach to all : salvation free ! 
Through earth proclaim an endless Jubilee ! 
Go, like the sun, dispense eternal Day, 
Thy throne erect, and wield a conquering sway ! 
At thy command new scenes shall wake surprise : 
The blind shall see ; the dead awake and rise ! 
From rocks of marble streams shall gush amain, 
And living fountains fill the desert plain. 
From sea to sea th' invigorated soil 
With life shall burst, and gend forth corn and oil. 
Thus heathen lands shall wake from wintry gloom, 
Like Eden flourish, and like Sharon bloom. 



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The Powers of earth thy Rod and Truth shall own, 
And suppliant princes bow before thy throne ; 
From sea to sea thy kingdom shall extend, 
On Rock triumphant stand, and never end ! 
Bright Stars inspired shall lead thy holy train. 
And wave thy banner round the vocal Fane ; 
Thy law and doctrine, perfect and divine, 
The world shall awe, and through creation shine. 
Illustrious deeds shall publish far thy power, 
Till restless Time revolve th' eventful hour : 
The hour of death replete with ponderous wo : 
The like nor earth nor heaven shall ever know ; 
To Justice due — as stands the judgment high — 
Man's only hope — for him thou pray'st to die ! 
But when that fearful storm shall round thee spread, 
And spikes and timbers form thy dying bed — 
"When that horrific cup of mingled wo, 
And dregs of vengeance without mercy flow i 
A death of deaths, ten thousand deaths in one : 
A death for sin — enough to blot the sun ! 
When foes conspiring rise from earth and hell 
With dark designs, moved on by passions fell, 
Then all in heaven shall stand in deep amaze, 
In silence stand, and on thy sufferings gaze. 
The dying Sun shall shroud his face in gloom. 
And frighten'd Death desert his boasted tomb. 
The rending rocks the mortal stroke shall show. 
And the huge Temple quake beneath the blow ; 
The bursting earth and lowering sky shall own 
The tragic Day, and sound thy dying groan. 
*• It is finisK'd /" loud winds shall waft that cry, 
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Enough ! enough ! seven Thunders shall repeat ! 
'Tis done ! 'tis done ! Redemption is complete ! 

Soon as th' Eternal closed, the wondrous plan 
In swelling numbers through all heaven ran ; 
With tones of joy the wide empyrean rung : 
All heaven join'd, angels and archangels sung : 
Each harp sublime the theme, Salvation, bore : 
To angels new, in heaven unknown before. 
The stormy clouds roU'd from th' observant eye, 
And Mercy's banner waved along the sky ; 
On chains of love the legal flames retired, 
And vengeance loud on angels' harps expired ! 
Down heaven's bright steep we saw swift heralds fly, 
With tidings sent, whose wings illumed the sky ; 
On this dark orb they lit ; which slumbering lay 
In Night's embrace, deserted by the Day ; 
And here their mission oped, here they began 
The Love of God to tell to fallen man. 

As from a shock we woke, strangely impress'd, 
And all at once sprang from our bed of rest ; 
Nor knew the cause that broke our sweet repose. 
Nor whence our lucent, heavenly visions rose, 
Till out we gazed ; when, to our great surprise, 
A light resplendent flash'd upon our eyes. 
The Sun was gone ; 'twas in the deep of night ; 
To distant lands the Moon had borne her light ; 
The sickly Stars were dim ; and to the view 
No lightning flash'd, nor dazzling meteors flew 
Along the void ; still bright the zenith glow'd ; 
The shaggy clouds were bleach'd, and gently flow'd 
On waves of light ; the trees and mountains round 
With radiance blazed ; our tents the grassy ground, 



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With snowy sheets of liquid light were spread ; 
Mute terror reign'd ; and what increased our dread, 
A form august before us stood display 'd 
Of angel rank, in cloth of heaven array'd, 
Wrought in the skies of threads of colour'd rays, 
With wavy rainbows fringed, that seem'd to blaze 
Around his form ; in shadeless folds complete 
His garment hung, and shovv'd his spotless feet ; 
Stars on his wreath appear'd, and in his hand 
A reed ; in air he waved an olive wand. 
The Seraph saw that we were all amazed. 
With terror mute, and trembled while we gazed : 
Our fears and doubts to quell, he kindly spoke, 
And with this rapturous strain the silence broke : 

Dismiss your gloomy fears, rejoice and sing ! 
Hear ! hear, ye swains ! delightful news I bring ! 
Good tidings of great joy to all mankind, 
A Light is come, a Guide for all design'd ! 
A Prince is born, as sung the prophet's lyre, 
Shiloh renown'd, the promised, true Messiah ! 
In lowly Bethlehem the Saviour lies 
In humble state ; this sign shall meet your eyes : 
There you shall find him in a manger laid, 
Housed in a stall, with borrow'd robes array'd ! 

The Seraph ceased : a sudden sound we heard 
Of mingled tones, and like a flash appear'd 
A countless host : the hills and plains below 
With spotless forms were throng'd ; all white as snow 
Their flowing robes appear'd ; and their bright mien 
Increased the blaze of this unearthly scene ! 
Enraptured all, all were inspired with song : 
Forth, in one moment, bursted from the throng 
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246 THE TRIUMPH 

Ten thousand tones, ten thousand voices high s 
In concert rose, and fiU'd the hollow sky ; 
Back joyful echoes talk'd from height to height, 
And with ih' inspiring sound, that fill'd the night, 
Our ears were charm'd. The music of the throng 
Plain words express'd, with accents loud and long i 
A celebration chimed ; joy touch'd each lyre ; 
Good news they sung : the birth of the Messiah ! 
Transporting theme ! Glory to God ! they cried, 
Glory to God ! echoing hills replied — 
Peace reigns on Earth ! was heard from every tongue- 
Peace reigns on Earth ! the rocks and caverns rung — 
iShiloh is born ! — resound ! resound his Name ! 
To man good -will, immortal bliss, and fame ! 

Quick as th' electric flash eludes the sight, 
The angels disappear'd. In sullen night 
The hills were wrapp'd ; nor linger'd in the skies 
A wandering ray to cheer our anxious eyes ; 
The notes of joy died in the distant vales ; 
The world to silence sunk ; the fanning gales 
Woo'd us to rest ; but sleep no place could find ; 
Thought, busy thought, engaged each wakeful mind i 
Thus musing sat, and talk'd the hours away, 
Till in the east the Harbinger of day 
Her signal gave ; then over hill and plain 
We promptly flew the honour'd place to gain, 
Where we were told the bless'd Immanuel lay, 
The Lord of Earth, couch'd on his bed of hay ! 
The wonderful report all true we found, 
Hence we return'd, and blazed the news around. 
Each object seem'd to smile with new delight 
Round earth and »ky. It was a moving sight ! 



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From pearly chambers of the wavy deep 
The King of day awoke from dreamless sleep ; 
Thence up the orient rode on heaven's high away, 
And spread Salvation with each flaming ray ; 
While on the clouds the bow of Mercy hung ; 
Triumphant Truth we saw, and Glory sung. 



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BOOK XIII. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

The ministerial course of Christ. 

How the promise of a Saviour was sustained. — The mission 
of John the Baptist.— A happy era begins with the birth of 
Christ. — He assumes his office and instructs the people. — 
His policy and kingdom. — The Paschal feast. — Christ enters 
Jerusalem. — He eats the Passover with his disciples, and 
institutes the Sacramental Supper. — They all retire to 
Gethsemane. — Judas betrays his Lord. 



Hark ! a Icne voice : Watchman, what of the night 1 
The watchman cries, Behold ! behold the Light ! 
He comes ! He comes ! In Judah's moral sky 
The Morning Star appears : the Day is nigh ! 

Four thousand years, enwheel'd with pagan Night, 
Hevolved the world, except the signal light 
Of prophets true, who rose with moral rays, 
And shone in course along Time's gloomy maze, 
Attended by a Moon of types, that shone 
By borrowing radiance from an absent Sun. 
Those Oracles of Truth were ranged complete, 
As station'd lamps along a gloomy street ; 
Across the continent of Time they trail'd a light, 
Like the galaxy o'er the vault of night ; 
From age to age as telegraphs they stood. 
To transmit tidings of th' approaching Good. 
From type to type Faith's vivid vision run, 
And thence the BarcLs beheld the distant SUN. 



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Hence Isaiah cried on Israel's raptured ear : 
Thy Light is come — the glorious Day is near ! 
Empires have fallen, princes ruin hurl'd, 
Commotions raged, and changes mark'd the world ; 
Sustain'd by Heaven, this series kept its way 
Through heathen darkness to the Gospel Day. 
Lone on the legal verge, with lifted hands 
And dauntless ardour, John the Prophet stands 
His garment rough, Nature his food prepares. 
Around his waist a leathern girdle wears ; 
Abstemious lives, and wanders wilds of wo : 
An heir of heaven, a pilgrim here below. 
Two worlds lie open on his ravish'd sight : 
A world of Shadows and a world of Light ; 
He sees the shades recede ; full on his eye 
The SUN of righteousness burst from the sky. 
John is the Star of morn before the Day : 
He comes the herald to prepare the way ! 
The wilderness resounds ! He ardent cries 

i The world to wake ; he calls the world to rise 

i And greet the Day. Behold the Lamb of God ! 

I Repent, he cries, and lave in Jordan's flood ! 

i A witness true he stands, and shines, and burns. 
And to its Source the glory all returns ; 
Completes his mission, seals it with his blood, 
A martyr dies, and straight ascends to God. 

The night is past, wild doubts away are hurl'd. 
And a new era bursts upon the world. 
Complete the Promise stands, to Adam given 
In Eden's court. Late, from the throne of Heaven, 
The BRANCH Divine has come, with Truth and Light, 
The world to rule, to crush the powers of Night. 



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Kings, seers, and bards possess'd a strong desire 

To see this Day— the Day of God's Messiah ! 

But saw it not : a fitness marks the time : 

This middle era, tranquil and sublime, 

Was Heaven's choice : here distant ends all meet, 

And minds remote a centric object greet. 

The ancients forward look'd till Shiloh came, 

And we look back, in time, and see the same 5 

Thence on the track we follow to the skies 

Where He's enthroned, and where Hope's anchor lies. 

Propitious Day of God ! — accomplish'd plan ! 

The counteraction to the fall of man ! 

Good-will to earth, a wonder in the skies : 

New life awakes, and triumphs new arise ! 

A golden age begins in Time's long chain, 

That ne'er shall end : Grace shall for ever reign. 

Blind Error's rule shall own superior sway, 

And leave the moral world in Truth's clear Day. 

Kings, lords, and priests shall in this cause conspire, 

And pay their homage to the great Messiah. 

From earth to heaven this grand design extends, 
Uniting worlds ; hence angels are our friends : 
As prompters stand, defenders of the laws. 
Kind, active agents in Redemption's cause. 
A pleasing thought, that ties congenial reign 
In minds devout : celestials feel the chain. 
Messiah's birth roll'd through the lofty spheres 
Of angels first, then broke on human ears : 
They sung below the Saviour of mankind : 
The joyful news employ'd each seraph's mind : 
A pleasure felt to tell a world forlorn 
That Mercy reigns, that Christ the Lord is born. 



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Time now had roll'd the grand, eventful hour, 
For Christ to act in high official power. 
As wheel'd the sun from dense, chaotic night, 
And through the concave pour'd a flood of light ; 
So Shiloh rose t' effect his noble plan, 
Clothed with high functions, and his course began. 
High on the shaded mount observant stood 
The peerless Oracle, the Source of Good, 
In humble robes, intuitively wise, 
With kindly feelings, and o'erflowing eyes. 
Wide o'er the crowd his piercing glances flew, 
While all their thoughts lay open to his view. 
With power he spoke, with weight his warnings rung, 
Love moved his soul, and wisdom graced his tongue : 
In diction forcible, in doctrine sound. 
In method clear, in argument profound. 
To every eye he oped Truth's brilliant Mine, 
And taught them how to speak and how to shine ; 
Their duties sketch'd in one connected plan, 
From man to God, so on from man to man ; 
Described the righteousness kind Heaven requires, 
How passions must be curb'd, and vain desires ; 
Detected errors, mark'd the tcmpier's art, 
Explored the windings of the human heart ; 
Despoil'd the world of all its masquerade, 
And vice exposed of every hateful shade. 
The Law and Gospel in full view he brought. 
With lucid parables and weighty thought ; 
The portraits drew of both the vile and just : 
These he accounted bless'd, and those accursed. 
The Trees he doom'd that bore corrupted fruit, 
To feel the axe and perish at theToot ; 



252 THE TRIUMPH 

Taught that the wise were safe, fools could not stand 
Those build on rock, these on the treach'rous sand. 

I am the way., the truth, and life, he cries, 
Hear me, ye deaf ! behold, ye sightless eyes ! 
Ho ! every one that thirsts, come, hither fly ! 
Salvation free, come all the world and buy ! 
Ye weary, come ! come, all who are oppressed, 
The cross sustain, and I will give you rest ! 
My meekness copy, follow with delight : 
My yoke is easy and my burden light. 

Amazement seized the crowd that waited round 
His word to hear : they felt the Truth profound. 
With power he spoke ; not like the Pharisees, 
Whose downy eloquence was form'd to please ; 
Force wing'd his words, which gave a mental smart^ 
Like wounding steel, and pierced the faithless heart* 
Still oft his doctrine fell like drops of rain, 
Or milder dew that cheers the herbid plain. 
To rich and poor alike, to great and small, 
He proffer'd grace, and gave an equal call ; 
To every case a portion was assign'd. 
And well adapted to the end designed. 
The lettered rabbins, taught in subtle schools. 
Saw in his light that they were merely fools. 
Their sophistry he foil'd, exposed their pride. 
Their questions answer'd, and their arts defied. 

The dread events which time was rolling nigh 
He duly traced with a prophetic eye ; 
Foretold the ruin of the Jewish state, 
And named the woes design'd to bring the fate ; 
O'er faithless Salem wept a flood of tears. 
And made loud wailings in her sullen ears j 



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Her crimes review'd, her expectations vain, 
And traced the march of Error's deadly reign. 
His own celestial kingdom he explain'd, 
How constituted here and how maintain'd : 
Its mysteries in parables he taught, 
All fitly chosen, and with wisdom wrought. 

No subtle policy nor martial laws 
Messiah form'd : Grace triumph'd in his cause ! 
With fatal steel no pompous armies led, 
Nor chariots drove with martial thunder dread ; 
Wilh blood no fields he drench'd ; at his command 
No towns were plunder'd : Mercy moved his hand ! 
Guardless he stood amid a world of strife, 
Nor weapon bore to vindicate his life ; 
In wavy light, PEACE on his banner stood, 
To all display'd, inscribed with signal blood. 
" Put up thy sword /" he promptly gave command 
When Malchus bled by Peter's erring hand. 
Unlike this world, his kingdom was Divine, 
Its laws unearthly and of high design : 
Its base a Rock that never will decay 
Should Earth dissolve and Nature pass away ; 
Its bounds are set, and admirably drawn. 
Dividing light from darkness, right from lorong, 
The Truth from Error, guilty from forgiven. 
The living from the d'iad, and hell from heaven. 

How bless'd were they who saw the Saviour's face f 
More bless'd indeed the subjects of his grace ! 
O happy shades ! recesses of his choice ! 
I But happier they who heard his melting voice ! 
Devoted Mary loved with all her heart. 
And wisely acted : chose the better part : 
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254 THE TRltlMFli 

So charm'd was she to hear him, and adore, 
Sat at his feet, concern'd for nothing more. 

The Paschal Feast — for fifteen hundred years 
With zeal observed by people, kings, and seers — 
Is now at hand ; th' annual call is given : 
Lo, all the tribes attend the voice of Heaven ! 
As clouds on clouds from regions distant rise 
To fill the chambers of the stormy skies, 
Commingling move, but with advancements slow 
Trail through the air, and darken all below ; 
So moves the crowd along th' indented plain. 
Toward Salem's gates and Zion's golden fane. 
From Canaan's mountains, from her cities gay, 
The pilgrims pour and hasten on their way ; 
By thousands join'd, the sacred mount to gain, 
From distant ports and islands of the main — 
From Candia's shore, and Cyprus' rocky zone, 
And all the marts in Asia Minor known. 
Proud Rome's imperial gates her pilgrims send, 
And Egypt's votaries with the movements blend ; 
Arabia, Persia, Libya, all bestow 
Their honour'd subjects to augment the flow. 
Here Jews and proselytes from all the east 
Promiscuous move to attend the sacred Feast ; 
Like restless surges rolling to the strand, 
Crowds press on crowds, which darken all the land. 
Th' embellish'd steeds move proudly o'er the ground, 
Toss their gay heads, and through the valleys bound ; 
The rattling chariots wake th' unbidden gaze, 
While in the sun their gilded fabrics blaze. 
In clouds of dust, on foot, a rustling throng, 
With girded robes and sandals, move along ; 



OF TRUTH. 255 

Led by the hand, the bUnd mix in the scene, 

While crippled age on staves and crutches lean ; 

Pale mendicants in hordes swarm every way, 

Like hungry flies upon a summer's day. 

Far on the hills huge elephants appear, 

And loaded camels cloud the dusky rear, 

With spicery press'd, rich gums from fragrant trees, 

The fat of olives and the wealth of bees : 

To Salem bound, oblations destined there, 

From the sweet mountains of Arabia fair. 

More distant still, where dust in clouds arise. 

Droves follow droves, design'd for sacrifice ; 

To meet their doom, with heavy steps and slow, 

They travel on, and print the sand below. 

With clamour loud the cavern'd hills resound 

From bleating flocks upon the barren ground ; 

O'er toilsome hills and plains are urged along 

To crown the altars and to feed the throng. 

As labouring bees, compell'd by storms to yield. 
Rush toward the hive, and leave the flowery field. 
From every point in swarms to one repair. 
Whose sounding wings awake the passive air ; 
So round the sacred mount the pilgrims pour, 
Whose babbling tongues emit a ceaseless roar. 
Come in, ye tribes ! the illustrious City calls, 
With open gates through all her towery walls. 
From day to day each avenue they throng, 
And through the streets in armies sweep along : 
A mingled mass of life ! stupendous crowd ! 
A million souls press'd in one moving cloud ! 
Whose swift-wing'd hours in preparation fly 
To meet the opening which is verging nigh. 



256 THE TRIUMPH 

Their robes they wash, and bathe in lavers wide 
From fountains fill'd, that burst the mountain's side. 
With ceaseless care and sounding strains they wait 
In tents and groves, or round the temple's gate ; 
With offerings destined for the hallow'd day, 
Whose life must flow in crimson rills away. 

The time now come, well chosen for the end, 
Messiah appears this ancient feast t' attend: 
Now Salem's subjects, from her frowning towers, 
Behold him coming, clothed with regal powers ; 
But no proud chariot bears him on his way : 
In movements lowly, humble in array ; 
Embroider'd robes and palaces of gold — 
The toys of kings — he neither bought nor sold. 
See, toward proud Salem's gates he moves along, 
Borne by an ass amid a sainted throng ! 
Who lop the palm and strew the branches round, 
And with their garments spread the honour'd ground 
O'er which he rides : Messiah has come to reign ! 
What shouts of triumph thunder from his train ! 
Hosanna ! — loud they cry — behold your King ! 
With just applause th' echoing mountains ring ! 
Thus Shiloh enters Salem's vaulted wall 
Mid gazing crowds. How complicate his call ! 
The feast t' attend, his ministry to close, 
T' accomplish Mercy's plan and end his woes. 

This signal Feast, by Heaven's express commands, 
Had long been kept ; as a memorial stands 
Of Israel's exit from the Egyptian yoke. 
When Pharaoh yielded at the angel's stroke : 
A harmless lamb they chose, whose blood they shed, 
And mark'd their door-posts with the signal red. 



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O'er which the angel pass'd in that dread hour, 
When death was sent to crush th' Egyptian power. 
To Israel's tribes an emblem this was given 
Of the Messiah, the Lamb of God from heaven ! 
Now vsrith this Feast the sign must disappear ; 
The end is come, the Antitype is here ! 
His precious life a sacrifice he'll give, 
That Justice' sword may pass, and let us live. 
While Shiloh waited for the eventful hour, 
To prove his mission, and to show his power. 
On came the day, distinguish'd from the train, 
In which the paschal offering must be slain. 

To his Apostles then — they were alone — > 
The Lord spoke thus, with a pathetic tone : 
I have desired with ardent deep desire, 
And still I feel the same enkindled fire, 
This supper with you once more here to eat, 
The truth to seal, the emblem to complete. 
As you go hence a stranger you will find. 
Who has a room prepared for guests design'd ; 
Make all things ready there, as I command, 
Against th' appointed hour which is at hand. 

The whole was done pursuant to the word 
And purpose wise of their observant Lord. 
Soon as the hour arrived the Master came. 
And came the Twelve. A sheeny taper flame 
The room display'd : a table there was spread 
With a choice lamb, and herbs, and wine, and bread. 
In thought profound, on proper seats prepared, 
They all reclining sat ; while each eye stared 
Upon the Master's face : his'will to know. 
His words to hear, and reverence to show. 



S5S THE TRIUMPH 

To their surprise, with grief he sigh'd, and said : 
By one of you I soon shall be betray'd. 
Lord, is it 1 1 in turn they cried around, 
Till Jesus answer'd thus, with skill profound : 

The treacherous hand is present with me here 
Upon the table, artful, without fear ! 
The rightful Son of man, alas ! must go, 
As was presaged : but oh ! the traitor's wo ! 
A wretch indeed ! Perdition's son forlorn ! 
For him 'twere well if he had ne'er been born. 

The supper closed — upon the table lay 
The sacred symbols, waiting new display ; 
Then on the board that bore the paschal sign. 
The sacrament was form'd of bread and wine : 
The latter rite was grafted on the old : 
The latter sign a greater wonder told. 
Before their eyes he took th' unleaven'd bread, 
And broke the same, and gave to all and said : 

This is my body, which for you is given, 
The Bread of life, the living Bread from heaven ! 
Then pass'd the crimson cup that near him stood, 
And said, Drink this, the emblem of my blood : 
This I ordain, this do while ages move ; 
A Feast memorial of my dying love ! 

When all was done, th' hymn being ended too, 
Straight from the crowded city they withdrew. 

Near Salem's precincts stands a mountain high 
Of ancient birth : coeval with the sky ; 
Whose shaggy head among the clouds repose. 
While near its base a kindred summit rose ; 
Where groves of olive wave from side to side. 
Rich with deep verdure and eternal pride ; 



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Hence styled Mount Olivet : the saint's retreat, 
Devotion's refuge, and the Muses' seat : 
Along this mountain's base extended lay 
A winding vale beneath a genial ray ; 
There Nature's balmy breath perfumed the air, 
And murmuring Kidron found a passage there. 
Along this valley Art with Nature join'd, 
A garden form'd, for social walks design'd ; 
Where pensive souls could from the crowd retreat, 
And guardian angels with their comrades meet. 

On flaming wheels the radiant King of day 
Down the steep western hills had roll'd away ; 
Th' ethereal lamps on heaven's high portals hung 
In cloud-wrapp'd skies, while mournful night-birds sung : 
Twas dark, when, lo ! Messiah with wearied frame 
Pass'd Kidron o'er, and to the garden came. 
There faithless Judas, charm'd by lucre's power, 
A traitor turn'd — O dreadful ! — dreadful hour ! 
Though deep the plot, all veil'd with muffled fear, 
The Saviour saw the painful moment near ; 
And agonized, oppress'd by ponderous woes, 
By friends deserted, and pursued by foes. 
To Heaven's high throne he raised his weeping eyes : 
Let this cup pass, if possible, he cries, 
But not my will, but thy decree be done, 
I bow submissive to th' Eternal Throne. 

And thrice he pray'd, yea, thrice implored the same, 
While death impending shook his earthly frame. 
Prone on th' unconscious earth with grief profound, 
He laved with crimson sweat the mournful ground ; 
Till sable Night had measured half the skies. 
And lock'd in sleep his dear disciples' eyes. 



260 THE TRIUMPH 

A crew with arms, in glimmering light display'd, 
He saw advancing through the breezy shade. 

Sleep on, he cries, behold ! a barbarous band 
Of foes conspired : they come with torch in hand ! 
Lo, Judas leads ! — the way he cannot miss — 
Hail, Master ! cries, and gives the treacherous kis». 
With guilty hands they seize the Prince of Light, 
Who lamb-like stands, and bears their helli&h spite ; 
No plaint he offers, no resistance shows, 
Nor weapon wields to subjugate his foes. 
Should he but ask, chariots and angels bright 
The clouds would cleave to bear him from their sight. 
Yes, subject earth would yawn at his command. 
And give them graves beneath the trodden sand ; 
The lightning at his call would leave the skies, 
And scathe his ruthless foes before his eyes- ; 
But he forbears, flies not the dreadful hour, 
Nor shuns the outrage of their cruel power. 
Tremendous scene ! how shocking to the view 
Of sinless shades ! they see and wonder too ! 
Lo, Nature feels this sleepless night of feariiJ, 
And bending olives drop their dewy te^rs ! 
The stars grow dim, lo, Night's illustrious queen 
Sinks down in clouds, and shuns the dismal scene ! 
Among the happy band dismay is spread : 
They smote the Shepherd, and the Sheep are fled ! 
By fiends controU'd, poor Judas has no rest, 
Fear and remorse like vultures tear his breast ; 
Back to the royal hall he goes with speed 
To counteract the contumelious deed ; 
There states his crime, and owns his base desires, 
Then casts the money down, and straight retires, 



OF TRUTH. 2G1 

And seeks for Death : Death does not from him fly : 
Dies in despair — ! what a death to die ! 



END OF THE THIRTEENTH BOOK, 



262 THE TRIUMPH 



BOOK XIV. 

THE ARGUMENT. 

Christ's Crucifixion, Resurrection, and AsCinsion. 

Messiah is condemned and sent to Pilate. — Pilate delivers 
him to be crucified. — He endures the scourge. — The cross 
described. — A paitof the frame Jesus bears. — He addresses 
the crowd on the way to Calvary.— Christ dies — Prodigies 
follow. — Reflections on this great Sacrifice. — The tomb 
sealed and guarded. — Christ rises, and, aft«r forty days, as- 
cends to heaven. 



Weep, Earth and Heaven ! lo, men and fiends agree I 
Now comes the judgment of this world : now see 
What judgment men will give — what wrath will do, 
With power combined. The tragedy is new, 
The actors impious. Who now can doubt 1 
The Lord of Earth will be from earth east out ! 
The priesthood and their agents are combined 
In deadly schemes : to truth and reason blind. 
The World now triumphs ; now, with pleasure shows 
A brief supremacy, nor fears nor knows 
A higher doom. Fair Justice comes not near 
This bench of hate ; nor is Compassion here, 
Nor honest Truth ; but wanton slander brawls 
Unawed, and demons haunt these splendid halls. 

The Saviour enters with a dreadless band 
Of barbarous foes to hear the priests' demand ; 
Nor makes defence : reserved in each reply : 
On charges false he stands condemned to die I 



OF TRUTH. 263 

The rugged chains their cruel hands bestow 
He mutely bears ; while the}' to Pilate go 
His doom to get confirm'd. Rome held the power 
Of life and death : at this momentous hour 
Pilate her legate stands, who calmly hears 
The charges brought : the cause to him appears 
A slander vile. To calm the wordy stormj 
And justice do, he offers to perform 
A customary deed : some one in bonds to free, 
And Jesus named, but left them to agree. 
All adverse to his wish, they turn their voice 
Against his life, and make a different choice. 
Barabbas they prefer, whose impious hand 
Had murder wrought with a seditious band. 
The governor, perplex'd, yet wish'd to show 
Indulgence still in haste, inquires to know 
What shall be done with Jesus, who now stands 
A prisoner uncondemn'd upon his hands. 

To this demand with vengeance they reply : 
His doom is fix'd by us — him crucify ! 
Why 1 what hath he done 1 th' governor rejoin'd, 
He guiltless seems — no fault in him I find ! 

With greater rage they sound a louder cry — 
Let him be crucified — him crucify ! 

Then Pilate saw that a wild tumult rose, 
That nothing would appease the prisoner's foes 
But his immediate death. Straight in the hall 
His hands he bathes, in presence of them all, 
And cries, I guiltless am of this man's blood ; 
See ye to it, and answer to your God ! 

Then from the people burst a deafening roar 
Of mingled cries, much louder than before ; 



264 THE TRIUMPH 

His blood on us and on our children fall ! 

The guilt and curse we'll bear — yes, bear it all ! 

Hence Pilate straight proclaims Barabbas free,, 
A boon of triumph for the day of glee ; 
And yields the crimeless Jesus to the hands 
Of cruel scourgers, as the law demands : 
This torture he mast feel — O barbarous doom ! — 
Before the pangs of crucifixion come. 
Without complaint the Sufferer calmly stands, 
And bears ths bloody scourge from ruflSan hands : 
The ploughers cut red furrows deep and wide 
Across his yielding frame from side to side ; 
While the dry lash drinks blood from every wound, 
The purple showers bedew the thirsty ground ; 
The mangled flesh falls on the weeping stones. 
And leaves the naked bones to stare on bones f 
Still, like the speechless lamb, beneath the hands 
Of Death, the wounded, suffering Saviour stands. 

All laved in gore. He leaves the scourger's hand, 
And next is seized by a rough soldier band, 
Who rave like fiends, defy ths living God, 
At goodness scoff, and sport with human blood : 
All vile were they, inured to scenes of wo, 
As mountain tigers fierce, no pity show ; 
With scornful jeers around the Sufferer crowd, 
By wanton hands they first displace his shroud, 
Then with mock royalty his frame adorn : 
A crown constructed of the prickly thorn 
They place upon his head, and in his hand 
A slender reed to mimic high command. 
Hail, Judah's king ! all kneeling loudly cry 
Before his face ; each taunting art they try, 



OF TRUTH. 265 

With spitting too ; now from his saintly hand 
The reed they take, and at a vile command 
The rugged wreath they smite upon his brow, 
And by its force the thorns deep furrows plough ; 
Hence, from the wounds the gushing life-drops pour 
In giddy streams upon the marble floor. 

When this was done, when every art was tried 
Of wanton sport, and all were satisfied, 
They led him from the hall, amid a crowd 
Of faithless wretches, in wild triumph loud, 
To die the death — an ignominious fate ! — 
For him ordain'd, without the city gate : 
A death horrific, lingering, stamp'd with shame, 
For slaves design'd : the worst that had a name : 
To all a dread — a dread to hearts of stone : 
A doom in keeping with a tyrant's throne. 

Behold the cross, the work of Roman hands ! 
Deep in the earth, an upright pillar stands ; 
And high in air, well fitted to the same, 
A timber crosses, which completes the frame : 
Hence styled the Cross, a rugged, hateful tree : 
The bed of death — the bed of misery ! 
The transverse beam, by which the arms are spread, 
There by them lay, which is for torture laid 
On Christ the Lord, whose shoulders reek with gore ! 
At their command he passes on before 
The martial train ; through streets and portals wide, 
Mid Salem's towers, and ranks of gazing pr/^Zc, 
The cross he bears ; bound to that lonely height, 
Golgotha call'd, where Death sits throned in light. 
The Son of man, the human nature frail, 
Beneath the wood begins to faint and fail ; 
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266 THE TRIUMPH 

A stranger press'd, receives and bears his load 
With trembling- step along the toilsome road. 

The Saviour still has friends : some in the train 
Feel strong emotions, sorrow at his pain ; 
Expressive tears fall on the trodden dust, 
That groans beneath the feet of men accursed. 
The tender heart he knows, that beats with wo, 
And marks the eye that lets compassion flow. 
Around he turns — oh hear his voice ! his face 
Who can describe ? how full of truth and grace ! 

Daughters of Salem, hear ! (with zeal he cries, 
While brooks of feeling trickle from his eyes !) 
Weep not for me, but for your children weep I 
Weep for yourselves, and mournful vigils keep. 
Your doom is near ! this impious realm must know 
Dark days of vengeance and pale days of wo ! 
If the green tree is marr'd, and cut, and riven, 
What in return shall to the dry be given 1 

At length the height of Calvary they gain. 
With all things ready for their work of pain : 
His hands and feet they fasten to the wood 
With pointed spikes — behold the gush of blood ! 
Aloft they next the solid timber raise : 
A fixture stands ; the Lamb of God the gaze ! 
To all display'd, and left to linger there, 
The sport of rage without a mortal's care, 
Except his friends, who stand remotely round 
In silent grief, and bathe with tears the ground. 
Forsaken thus, with raging anguish stung, 
Suspended there the Lord of glory hung ! 

Her God, lo ! Nature owns, laments aloud. 
And stops her chariot in a dusky cloud : 



OF TRUTH. 267 

The sun declines, his beams away are hurl'd : 

A gloom mysterious shrouds the lower world. 

No stars appear, nor blazing meteors fly 

To light the chambers of the vaulted sky ; 

The brutes are plunged in unexpected night, 

Amazed they stand, and tremble with affright. 

Dead silence reigns — the world is like a tomb — 

No sounds of joy are heard amid the gloom. 

The heathen sages mark the signs of power, 

Feel strange concern in this tremendous hour. 

The doubts to solve, up wakes the world of thought, 

And latent skill is into action brought ; 

But this phenomenon all search defies, 

And whelms the gazer in extreme surprise ; 

The potent Cause to skeptics lies unknown. 

And o'er its end a sable veil is thrown. 
Celestial guards behind this cloudy screen 

Behold the progress of the tragic scene ; 
And while they see the Innocent distress'd, 
Strange horror feel, although completely bless'd. 

Three, painful hours had roll'd as dark as night, 
Nor object smiled upon the languid sight. 
Lo ! the ninth hour comes on, that awful hour, 
Replete with judgment and Almighty power ! 
The Immortal SUN goes down ! aloud He cries, 
And with deep groans gives up the Ghost and dies ! 
All heaven is moved, earth feels the vital wound, 
And Nature trembles to her distant bound ; 
The voice of victory echoes to His groan, 
And spoils of triumph round the world are thrown. 
The vaulted temple quakes, its mystic veil 
Asunder rends, its deep foundations wail ; 



36 8 THETRIUMPH 

The ocean roars, convulsions heave the ground, 
Hoarse, cavern'd thunder swells a doleful sound ; 
The solid rocks in their dark beds are riven. 
And from the chambers of the mountains driven. 
Deep chasms yawn along the hollow ground 
Where rest the dead; the saints from sleep profound 
Awake, and rise to prove Messiah's reign, 
And on his triumph home to form his train. 

The astonish'd crowd, repulsed by crimes from rest, 
The scene behold, and smite their guilty breasts. 
Though late they raged and thirsted for his blood, 
Now trembling cry—" He is the Son of God !" 
Thus, with remorse, the impious crowd return, 
And leave his faithful train to weep and mourn. 

Hark ! from the mount, where, lo ! the Saviour dies ! 
With solemn tone, ^Tis finish'' d, now he cries : 
He gives his life, forestalls the vengeful doom, 
And leaves them wondering why he dies so soon ! 
The long-predicted sacrifice is made. 
Which hangs disrigured in the ambient shade ; 
His robe is died : lo, he the winepress trod, 
And bore the vengeance of Almighty God ! 
The law is honour'd, its full demand is given. 
And Mercy smiles upon the throne of Heaven : 
Th' atonement great is made, the world redeem'd, 
The Serpent bruised, and peace on earth proclaim'd : 
Justice and Mercy met, the heavens bow'd, 
While glory flamed upon the hov'ring cloud. 
The heralds of the sky, who saw the sight, 
Bore up the tidings through the realms of light. 

Inglorious Calvary ! immortal now ! 
Who can forget thy cross, thy bloody brow "? 



OF TRUTH. 269 

Where Mercy fled from Him who died for us, 
Salvation purchased, and endured the curse ; 
Where human nature sunk o'erwhelm'd by woes, 
And high Divinity triumphant rose ; 
Where from a storm an endless calm begun, 
And from dense clouds arose a radiant Sun. 
Oh horrid mount ! whose memorable day 
Arose in blood, and fled in gloom away ! 
Whose late, rich incense, grateful to the skies. 
The world shall fill, and shall for ever rise ! 

Though Sinai wakes, with mingled terrors crown'd, 
And angry clouds involve the nether ground — 
Though from its summit vivid flashes fly, 
Which rend the earth and lighten all the sky — 
Though direful shocks in quick succession roll 
From its dread height around the guilty soul, 
Secure the saint on Zion's crimson'd height, 
The storm he views receding from his sight ; 
O'erwhelm'd by grace, its flashes cease to rise, 
And all its roar in Hallelujah dies ! 
The angry clouds by gales Divine are driven, 
And o'er it shines the peaceful light of heaven. 

The day was far elapsed, the eve drew on. 
Still on the cross the Saviour's body hung ; z' 

There the disciples stay'd to watch the end, 
And mourn the loss of their departed Friend. 
The soldiers came — this ancient seers descried — 
His bones they spared, but pierced his yielding side ; 
Thence flow'd amain a sanctifying flood 
Of water blended with a stream of blood. 
A saintly sage of Pilate straight implored 
The pure remains of earth's immortal Lord ; 
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270 T il E TRIUMPH 

Which down he took before the gazing crowd, 
With care involved it in a spotless shroud, 
And laid it in a tomb that stood alone, 
Unoccupied before — form'd for his own — 
Hewn in a rock : a noble, sinless end 
To make hard marble crumbling dust defend. 
With prayer and tears he closed the mournful rite, 
As growing shadows told th' approach of night. 
His duty done — he could do nothing more — 
A ponderous stone he roU'd against the door, 
And straight retired, with all the mourning train, 
Nor stopp'd to think that he would rise again. 

Messiah's foes, all impious at heart. 
Were much suspicious of imposing art ; 
To Pilate went ; their parlance Pilate hears 
Of fraudful schemes : thus run their babbled fears : 

Sir, we have learn'd that this deceiver said. 
Ere he was doom'd to die, that from the dead 
He should arise. The time will shortly come : 
The day is fix'd for him to leave the tomb. 
Now lend us aid, and by your signet broad 
The tomb secure against the hand of fraud ; 
Lest his disciples should by night convey 
His body hence ; and then with triumph say, 
He's risen from the dead. In spite of all, 
The charges then would on us pointed fall. 

Go, seal the tomb, the governor replies — • 
Protect the ground, and be alert and wise ; 
A watch you have subjected to your will, 
Directions give, and keep the matter still. 

From Pilate's court in haste the priests depart. 
The tomb to guard against imposing art ; 



OP TRUTH. 271 

The ponderous stone that on its entrance lies, 

Receives a seal : the power of fraud defies. 

A watch they set to eye the haunted gloom, 

Intruders stay, and guard the holy tomb : 

Around the vault the dreadless soldiers standy 

From hour to hour, pursuant to command ; 

See nothing strange, no sound alarms their ears — 

The Sabbath comes, and soon it disappears. 

And a new day awakes — hark ! now the ground 

Begins to quake, a hoarse, uncommon sound 

Rolls through the air ; swift, from the opening skies, 

An angel form descends before their eyes : 

His snowy robe floats on the wavy air 

Around his form ; his face as noontide glare ; 

With awful ease he rolls away alone. 

From the sepulchre's door, the massive stone. 

And seats himself thereon. With sudden dread 

The keepers quake, and powerless fall as dead ; 

Their swords and shields drop useless to the ground, 

In strange confusion, with a clashing sound. 

The time foretold for Death to yield his power 
Is now elapsed. Hail, long-expected hour ! 
Messiah comes triumphant from the tomb, 
A victor over Death, and Death's dread gloom : 
The tyrant spoils, o'er his mute kingdom reigns, 
Leads captive hence Captivity in chains : 
Of this grand victory makes a pompous show, 
In view of heaven, and earth, and hell below. 

Some sainted women, ere the sun had graced 
The eastern hills, came to the tomb in haste. 
And found the stone removed by some strong hand 
To them unknown : they greatly wondering stand. 



272 THE TRIUMPH 

While in they gaze, they see two beings there, 
But Jesus' body gone, they know not where. 
Thus, while in doubt, they hear an angel speak : 
Your fears dismiss, the Lord of life you seek : 
He is not here — remember what he said — 
His shroud is left : come, see where he was laid ! 
Hence quickly go, and let your hearts revive ; 
To all proclaim. The Saviour is alive ! 
Charge his disciples not to faithless be ; 
They all shall see him soon in Galilee. 

The frighten'd watch, recovering from their fall, 
Without delay proceeded to the hall 
Of the high priest : oppress'd with gloomy care 
They musing went, and told this story there : 

Sirs, while on duty, ere the bright dawn came, 
The mountain trembled, and a whirling flame 
Flash'd on our sight ; amid the splendour shone 
An angel form, who roll'd away the stone 
With graceful touch, and sat thereon : for dread, 
Could see no more ; we fell around as dead. 
But soon we rose, amazed at what was done — 
The tomb lay open, and the body gone ! 
In view an angel stood, conversing there 
AVith certain women ; heard him thus declare, 
That Christ is risen ; and, to prove it true, 
Said they should see him soon, and hear him too. 

The priests all heard with terror in their eyes : 
Though strange th' account, no one th' account denies. 
They must believe, although they do not know ; 
Hence honest thoughts thus gain'd a ready flow : 

How can we doubt "? as things do now appear 
There is no fraud : the watch are men sincere : 



OF TRUTH. 273 

A lie they would not frame our cause to harm, 

Their foes to aid, and raise a false alarm. 

We may be wrong : perhaps we crucified 

The Prince of Peace, and God's own Son denied ! 

Whom death could not detain. But who can show 

That he came down to rule the world below 1 

Whirl'd in the maze of thought, they oft review 
This strange concern : see difficulties new 
At every turn ; yes, thoughts perplexing rise, 
In doubt what mode of action to devise : 
Should they confess the guards' account at all, 
His death unjust would justly on them fall. 
Soon they resolve their impious acts to hide 
By falsehood's aid, and lay all fears aside. 
The watch they bribe, direct them thus to say : 
His minions came, and bore his corse away 
While we all slept — charged them to tell no more 
What they had seen, and heard, and said before. 
If this, said they, to Pilate's ears should fly, 
And you be charged with a nefarious lie, 
We will delude him by some artful clew, 
His favour gain, and then provide for you. 

The soldiers took the bribes, then went their way, 
And told the ihings that they were hired to say ; 
Their false report the impious priests sustain'd. 
The vile believed, and babbling dupes were gain'd. 

The bless'd Messiah, by proofs that doubts survive, 
To his disciples show'd himself alive : 
From time to time, from place to place appear'd : 
His wounds they saw, his gracious voice they heard. 



274 THE TRIUMPH 

His work to close, he took them to the height 
Of Olivet renown'd ; there, robed with light, 
He stood and said : In Salem's precincts stay 
With joyful hope until the promised day 
Shall come : a promise by the Father given, 
That God the Spirit should descend from heaven — 
The Pentecost is near — wait with desire. 
You then shall be baptized with holy fire I 
From regions high a sudden sound you'll hear. 
Like gusts of wind impetuous on your ear, 
Which all the house shall fill ; and tongues of fire 
Shall crown your heads and every soul inspire. 
Thence, by mysterious skill you can proclaim, 
In various tongues, my glorious Truth and Name. 
Yes, go with unction fill'd from that bless'd hour, 
Your high commission prove by signs and power ! 
My Gospel preach, salvation free proclaim, 
And baptize all in my Eternal Name ! 

He said no m.ore ; an awful pause ensued : 
All on their Master gazed, all wondering stood : 
Lo ! now a whirling cloud rolls on the ground, 
And as it wheels it wraps their Lord around ; 
High on the winds his chariot takes its flight : 
Enwheel'd with glory mounts the God of Light ! 
Entranced the Apostles stand in anxious gaze, 
But lose his track in th' ethereal maze. 
Far in the fields of space, beyond our day, 
He swiftly flies ; bright suns illume his way; 
The volant lightnings harness'd to his car. 
Go bounding through the void from star to star, 



OF TRUTH. 275 

Till on his course Time's throne he leaves behind, 
High ether plains, and seas of light refined. 
Lo, there bright seraphim, on wings of fire, 
Come on to escort him to the Eternal Sire 
With shouts sublime ! while from a distant crowd 
Responsive plaudits swell the triumph loud : 
The wide empyrean quakes ! His banner broad 
In purple waves floats o'er the dazzled road. 
Heaven's golden gates, unbidden, open spring — 
Archangels radiant rush'd upon the wing 
With trumpets sounding ; while the call is given. 
Come in ! come in, triumphant King of Heaven ! 
The world's redeem'd ! the victory is won ! 
Reign thou in heaven, adored, Eternal Son ! 

Wrapp'd in deep thought the Apostles stood and gazed 
Up toward the heavens : apparently amazed : 
-Unseen supposed — supposed themselves alone, 
Till on their eager vision brightly shone 
Two angels clothed in white, who kindly spoke 
With awful tones, and thus the silence broke : 

Ye men of Galilee ! why stand ye here 
In silent muse, perplex'd with needless fear 1 
Faith is required : behold, and understand 
The chain of wonders rolling from the hand 
0£ power Divine ! This Jesus, you must know, 
Who has gone up to heaven, and left below 
His anxious train, will in some future day 
Unknown on earth — nor angels skill'd can say — « 
In whirling clouds from heaven alike descend 
To earth again, to carry out the end 



\ 
276 THE TRIUMPH 

Of Wisdom's scheme : the moulder'd dead to wake — 
The living change — earth's strong foundations shake-^ 
The world arraign — to death the wicked doom^ 
And in high triumph lead the ransom'd home 
To their immortal rest — the Book Divine 
Throughout fulfil. Then the whole Truth shall shine 
In flaming letters on the walls of heaven : 
TRIUMPHANT TRUTH ! the last impression, given ! 



THE END. 



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